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When I started out to write this, I intended to sit down and write about what I like to call the “Spouse Trap.” That is, when you and your spouse get so caught up in discussing all the problems that are plaguing your family and the possible (or impossible) solutions to them that you forget you’re supposed to be more to each other than just the co-founders of the family corporation.
My husband and I have been trying very hard to not get caught in the Spouse Trap. We’ve been besieged by an unusual number of stresses that have been threatening the viability of our family corporation, so as co-founders, we’ve been working overtime on that.
Once I sat down to write, though, I realized I didn’t want to write a semi-upbeat piece about what steps we’re taking to avoid the Spouse Trap, because that’s not how I’m feeling. I’m feeling a little beaten down by all the stuff that’s going on and am thinking more about the concept of The Bad Luck.
Let me say right now this isn’t intended to be a “poor me looking for pity” post. Rather it’s contemplative, along the lines of Rabbi Kushner’s When Bad Things Happen to Good People.
If you don’t know what The Bad Luck is, you’re not alone. Right before we got married, my husband’s grandmother, a woman of French-Canadian descent, a group of people who invariably use the article "the" in front of numerous different phrases, took me aside. She assured me I’d found a good man, but added in a conspiratorial whisper, "You know our family has the bad luck though."
Years later, I’ve started thinking about that and I’m not sure it’s untrue. We seem to having more than our share of bad luck right now, but my husband is pretty certain it’s just the kind of luck that follows his family around.
Is there such a thing as "the bad luck?" It's an interesting concept. Especially when you differentiate between bad luck and hard luck.