Bridal Baggage

Bridal baggage

With the flurry of summer weddings and the potential ruling and passing of the gay marriage amendment the end of this month….love is in the air.

But when you marry or are in relationship, there are often more than two people in the bed. Normally the couple and both sets of parents are present. Oh my!! Not literally, but figuratively. If we bring our “baggage” into relationship, there is not much room for the couple to flourish.

How do you get rid of these familial bedfellows? By clearing your past. The only reason anyone would drag their parents or anyone from the past along into a relationship is that there is unfinished business.

The past infiltrates our present in areas such as the way we treat our partner, the method in which we communicate, how we react when we argue…all have roots in the way we were brought up or what we witnessed our own parents or past partners act. Whose voice are you hearing during an argument with your partner? Is it them talking or is it your mother?

I realize that someone telling you to clear the past may seem simplistic or the other extreme…well “duh”. Most of us don’t know how or even where to begin. But I do and I can help lead you in your journey to understand the past and move forwards in the future.

Check out my video to see how.

If you are ready to get your parents and all other players out of your relationship, contact me for a free coaching call to discuss. This is not limited to people in relationships…no better time than the present to clear away the past to prepare you for the perfect partner!!

Becky Arrington is a Clinical Alchemical Hypnotherapist and Life Altering Coach with programs and techniques to help you clear limiting beliefs and past traumas that keep you from living your life to its fullest potential. Through a variety of programs and techniques, she can help you experience freedom and joy. Contact today for a free consultation.

Bridal Baggage

Poised at the station

she sits amongst her luggage,

all worldly possessions

complete with an emotional dowry.

Her parents did the packing.

Familiar objects and ideas

lovingly stacked and packed,

bound and wrapped

boxes filled with secrets tight.


precious cargo.

Long held thoughts

don’t easily adapt to chips or change.

Unsuspecting partner

comes to collect his

wonder bride.

Stunned at the degree of her attachments.

Steamer trunks and cases tall

he begins to lift the load.

Unaware of the weight

these burdens will bear.

Safely swathed in marital bliss,

she slowly unpacks her

cherished freight.

Searching for comfort amongst the longheld

wardrobe of her life.

Expectantly she dons a frock

sewn with patterns from her past.

The comfort of the dysfunctional dress

timeworn and fraught

with memories

gives way to a

longing for familiar fabric.

Timidly she walks down the catwalk

of their relationship

modeling this dated fashion

woven from emotional cloth,

loosely stitched, unraveling at the seams


turning and swaying

it appears to be the latest collection.

He illicits a mild response, a

silent acknowledgement

of fashion apathy.

Freeing her to become

the designer of

their wedded wardrobe.

Unpacking garments seamed by guardians,

she tucks and pleats

adapting to a new figure.

Time evolves giving way to a fuller closet

straining under the binding apparel

designed from the tapestry of her past….

he pleads for a looser fit.

She, unwilling to discard the textiled security

they continue in pinched attire.

Seams bursting, they have outgrown the

material of their marriage.

Armoires full of too tight garb

give way to the ultimate

garage sale.

Garments are removed from hangers,

inspected by both for potential patching.

Decisions ripped from long held

hems of familiarity,

loose threads of idealism

no longer stitched.

Ability to purge

conflicts with a

compulsive attachment to emotional dress.

She clings to frayed fragments

sewn from familial fabric.

He longs for the crispness

of freshly washed ideals.

Decisions made…..

new wardrobe needed.

He shops alone.

By Becky Arrington