What Happened After We Stopped Fighting

I Wish I Could Tell You We Hugged It Out

We didn't.

The fight eventually ended.

Mostly because we got to my parents' house.

We awkwardly ate our In-N-Out.

Nobody really knew what to say.

So we just...

ate.

Which felt like the only socially acceptable thing to do after screaming at each other for 45 minutes in traffic.

Then she left.

We awkwardly, but cordially, said goodbye.

And that was it.

Or...

At least I thought it was.

Because later that night...

She texted me.

The Text I Didn't See Coming

For the first time, something between us felt different.

Now, texting after a fight isn't actually unusual for us.

Over the last few years, we've kind of fallen into this rhythm.

One of us eventually reaches out.

We apologize.

We clear up the things that got lost in the heat of the moment.

We try again.

I don't know if it helps her.

But I know it helps me.

This time, though...

Something was different.

For the first time she acknowledged that what I was going through with my other sister was hard.

She acknowledged she hadn't really been there.

She said she wanted peace.

She said she wanted a relationship with me.

She invited me to hang out.

And honestly?

I just sat there staring at my phone for a minute.

Not because everything was magically fixed.

It wasn't.

But because after all these years...

It felt really good to have someone acknowledge that this hadn't exactly been easy.

We Both Still Had Things to Say

Neither of us got it perfect. But we both kept trying anyway.

I texted her back.

And if I'm being honest...

I definitely still defended myself a little.

I'm human.

I reminded her that even though I'm not a parent...

She can still come to me when she needs someone to vent to.

Whether she’ll trust me enough to actually do that…

is still up for debate.

(Or maybe that's just another "story" my brain is telling me😅.)

But I also told her something I'd been thinking about for a while.

That maybe being around each other feels so triggering because there's so much water under the bridge.

Because the truth is that there's so much history.

So many conversations that didn't go well.

After enough of those...

Your body starts bracing for impact before either of you even says anything.

So I told her...

Maybe if we keep giving each other enough good experiences...

Maybe one day we won't feel the need to brace quite so hard.

Then I reminded her of something I don't think either of us had really stopped to appreciate.

That we'd actually gotten better at fighting.

Not because we fought less.

But because we'd quietly gotten better at three things:

1. We apologized sooner.

2. We repaired faster.

3. We kept giving each other another chance.

And as weird as that sounds...

I think that's worth celebrating.

I Let the Relationship Breathe

Eventually she asked me what day I'd be free to hang out with my niece.

I didn't answer right away.

Not because I was trying to make a point.

But because I was still mad.

And if there's one thing I tell my coaching clients all the time, it's this:

Don't force yourself to reconnect before you're actually ready.

That doesn't mean avoiding the conversation forever.

It just means giving yourself enough time to stop reacting...

and start responding intentionally.

As luck would have it, I had to leave a week or two later to move my storage unit from Tulsa, Oklahoma to Kansas City, Missouri.

So life kind of made that decision for me.

It gave us both a little breathing room.

And after everything that had happened...

We needed it.

But what surprised me was that while I was gone…

She Started Doing Something She Never Does

Sometimes healing doesn't announce itself. It just starts showing up in small ways.

When I was away, she started reaching out….

About things she knew I'd actually care about.

If you saw the texts, you'd probably think:

"That's it?"

Nothing earth-shattering.

Nothing that would've made a Hallmark movie.

But when you've spent years wondering whether you matter to someone...

You notice when they do something that makes you feel like you do.

And if I'm being honest...

One of the reasons I'd always felt so hurt by our relationship was because it often felt like she wasn't really trying.

Not trying to know me.

Not trying to call me back.

Not trying to text me back.

Not trying to understand me.

Which left me feeling like I cared more about having a relationship than she did.

Whether that's completely true or not...

That's how it felt.

So when she started reaching out...

Part of me wanted to dismiss it…

Because yeah… I was still a little salty.

But instead...

I tried to lean into it.

Not because I wasn't still hurt.

But if I genuinely wanted our relationship to change...

I couldn't keep asking her to try...

while refusing to notice when she did.

So I answered.

We talked.

Nothing profound.

Just...

conversation.

And little by little...

It started feeling like we were both trying.

She Made Time for Me

It sounds like a small thing. It didn't feel like it.

When I got back to Los Angeles...

My sister and I made plans to hang out.

Her kids were there.

But before we sat down...

She made sure my mom was available to watch them.

And every time one of the kids came over saying,

"Mom. Mom! Mom?"

She'd smile and say, "It's adult time."

I don't think I told her this.

But that meant a lot to me.

Because for a really long time...

One of the stories I'd been carrying was that I just wasn't a priority.

And if I’m being REALLY honest...

I think that wound goes deeper than just her.

Sometimes being the youngest in the family has felt like spending your whole life trying to catch up.

And now that I’m an adult...

with a real life...

a marriage...

a business...

a home on the other side of the world...

it can still feel like my life doesn’t count the same because it doesn’t look like everyone else’s.

I’m not a parent.

I don’t live a traditional life.

I think differently.

I choose differently.

And sometimes, whether anyone means to or not...

it can feel like I’m easier to leave out than to understand.

That’s the part that hurts.

Again, could just be another "story" my brain is telling me.

Either way, though, that's how it felt.

Which means the deepest hurt was never really about the missed phone calls.

Or the unanswered texts.

It was the question underneath them:

"Do I matter here?"

So when she made intentional time for me that day...

I didn't just feel included.

I felt like the answer might finally be "yes."

It wasn't one big thing.

It was a bunch of little things:

• She made time for us to hang out one-on-one.

• She protected that time when her kids interrupted.

• She asked questions.

• She listened.

• She stayed engaged.

• She seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.

That felt new.

Different.

After years of fighting the way we had...

Different was enough.

We Didn't Avoid the Awkward Moments Anymore

We just stopped letting them end the conversation.

When we were hanging out, there were moments where one of us said something that stung — something that would've started another fight a few weeks earlier.

I could feel my body tense up.

I found myself looking away for a second.

Taking a breath.

Sometimes awkwardly laughing.

Sometimes changing the subject.

Not because I was avoiding the conversation.

But because I was trying not to let one uncomfortable moment erase everything else that was going well.

She was doing the same thing.

And that was nice.

Because for the first time...

It didn't feel like I was alone in the relationship anymore.

It felt like we were navigating the awkwardness together...

Figuring it out together.

I Thought the Fight Was the Story

It wasn't.

In the last blog, I wrote about how you can't defend your way into being understood.

What I didn't realize then...

was that understanding isn't what repairs a relationship.

Showing up again does.

Even when it's awkward.

Even when you're still a little hurt.

Even when you don't know if it'll make a difference.

Because the argument didn't change our relationship.

The text afterward did.

The phone calls did.

Making time for each other did.

Choosing not to let every awkward moment turn into another fight did.

That's what slowly changed the story between us.

Then Life Humbled Me

Before I published the last blog, I sent it to my sister.

Not because I wanted permission.

But because I didn't want to accidentally tell a story that wasn't fair.

She sent me a long text back.

And honestly...

She corrected a lot. Not the blog itself but the assumptions (aka stories my brain told me) she read it in.

Some things I wrote about I had completely misunderstood.

Other things all of sudden made perfect sense once she explained them.

It was...

humbling.

Because I literally teach people to separate facts from stories.

Then life handed me another opportunity to practice it.

She admitted she doesn't fully know who I am today.

But she also said something I'd wanted to hear for years.

She told me she knows I'm trying to become a better version of myself.

That meant more than she'll probably ever know.

Looking back...

None of the things that changed our relationship were dramatic.

In fact, they were almost disappointingly ordinary.

Repairing a Relationship Doesn’t Usually Look the Way We Think It Will

I used to think healing a relationship meant one big breakthrough.

Now I think it usually looks much smaller than that.

It looks like showing up.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until one day...

You realize your nervous system doesn't brace for impact every time that person calls anymore.

You answer the phone without wondering if it's going to turn into another fight.

You sit through an awkward moment without feeling like all the progress just disappeared.

You approach the relationship a different way.

You notice when they're trying.

And you let yourself believe it.

Maybe that's what repair actually looks like.

Not one giant moment.

Just enough ordinary moments...

that your nervous system slowly starts believing a different story

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