I’m not a clinical social worker, I’m a macro social worker. I write grants, and I was raised by a mother who was married five times (four by the time I was ten) with umpteen other terrible relationships in between. It was a crash course in what not to do. My husband’s parents were married for 17 years but it was a god awful relationship and a highly contentious drawn-out divorce.
My husband isn’t a couple’s counselor; he treats OCD and Tourette’s, primarily adolescents and young adults.
What we know of relationships is what we’ve learned by observation (and trial and error.)
This may be coupled with unrealistic expectations about what a relationship entails. You can have the dream partner but there’s always going to be something that bugs you, it’s kind of endemic to the experience of living in close quarters with someone for years on end. For me, my husband is and always has been the dream - but marrying your soulmate is not a guarantee of eternal stress-free wedded bliss.
But we were unusually practical for our age when we first started dating (age 19.) We had all the conversations. What standard of living do you want? Do you want kids and how many? Are you cool with adoption? How will child-rearing duties be distributed? Our general interest in planning our lives together has endured to this day. We navigate a lot of stuff that happens through talking and planning. So I knew going in, this guy is 1) kind to everyone 2) dependable 3) emotionally stable 4) highly intelligent and ambitious 5) has interests that overlap with mine to a significant degree. That was my dream man and I didn’t expect to find him at all much less at that young of an age. I got lucky.
But it’s just kind of weird because the things I was looking for were not “tall, dark and handsome” or “sweeps me off my feet” or “owns a super yacht” it was literally like, are you ride or die when shit goes down? And he is. In 25 years, I’ve never seen him miss a single beat. I have never seen anything like it in my life.
I still wish he got out the door on time.
Having the ideal partner and being irritated by some of their habits are not mutually exclusive concepts.
But I think a lot of people assume they are always going to be in this trippy euphoria that is romantic love (where you minimize all your partner’s faults) and act on that impulse and then when reality sets in they feel cheated and resentful. And if they are building a relationship on euphoric feelings rather than a practical foundation, it can fall apart pretty easily. Especially if they don’t have the skills to navigate conflict.
And that’s why we had those conversations and waited four years to marry. For me, I don’t think I could have fallen in love at all if it weren’t for that practical compatibility aspect. I intentionally married a predictable, conscientious nerd. I needed that and still need it.
Not that this would guarantee our success, but it certainly helped. It worked so easily for so long I got kind of full of myself about it, but no, sometimes things are just hard and you need to put in some effort. Sometimes you fuck things up or you are both strained to a breaking point. Sometimes things you thought weren’t a big deal turn out to be a seed of resentment you didn’t even know you had until ten years later. And sometimes, there but for the grace of Og go we, you can have the perfect partner and do everything right and it all falls apart anyway.