ul·ti·ma·tum
ˌəltəˈmādəm/
noun: ultimatum; plural noun: ultimata; plural noun: ultimatums
1. a final demand or statement of terms, the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relation — final offer, final demand, take-it-or-leave-it deal; threat
Recently, I was asked to write some examples for the Huffington Post on a story they were doing on ultimatums.
Oh, that’s an easy one, I thought, I’m the Queen of Ultimatums, but upon reflection I realize I was the Queen-of-Setting-Boundaries, not delivering ultimatums.
Boundaries define your borders. Ultimatums are final. They have lasting consequences.
Big difference.
In my world, communication begins when you cross my imaginary line in the sand. When my boundary is breeched—detente begins.
For example, when my husband is out on a motorcycle without me, he is required, as set by the rules of our marriage and basic common decency, to let me know when he’s off the bike for the day. Even though I’m not a big worrier, that is the moment I can take a deep breath and relax knowing he’s safe and sound, his ass on a bar stool somewhere in the world.
Recently, when I hadn’t heard from him due to a text malfunction—he had some splainin’ to do.
Communication starts when a boundary is crossed.
Ultimatums, on the other hand, are where the talking stops.
Men love that. “I love a good ultimatum”, said NO man—EVER.
Or woman for that matter.
It smells like take-it-or-leave-it. I hate choices like that. Don’t you?
That being said…there was one ultimatum I did level at my husband right after we got engaged and here’s why.
Soon after we met we decided on full disclosure, you know, who had the higher FICO score, how our astrological charts lined up, showing each other old passport photos and admitting that we had each maintained a platonic friendship with a significant other. Once it was out in the open it was no big, hairy, deal and neither of us felt the least bit threatened, but when my husband went to tell his ex of our engagement, he chickened out.
“It was gonna get emotional”, he explained.
“Tough shit” I replied. “And if you care more about hurting her feelings than you do mine—you guys aren’t over each other yet and this engagement is off.”
He immediately picked up the phone, arranged another meeting and told her the next day.
Was that a threat? You bet your ass it was.
…And that concludes today’s essay on the difference between a boundary and an ultimatum.
Carry on,
xox
