I thought he was different. I thought he was one of those cool, enlightened guys whose favorite pastime is to make fun of the bourgouisie, the Suburban Lifestyle, the pressure to conform, etc.
Although we have been on-again/off-again for about two years, our basic philosophy on life is similar (or so I thought): The Nuclear Family and the whole day-to-day life thing that comes with it is something to make vicious fun of, and then scream and run as fast as you can before it snatches you up somehow. He’s cool. He has no baggage, no ex-wives or kids, not gay (rare for a 41-year old man who was never married). He has rich parents on Long Island, although he himself has lived in a rent-stabilized apartment in Chelsea since 1985 and his income is sporadic. Doesn’t matter, though. He writes poetry (complete with cafe house readings), he thinks like me and understands how my mind works. He hates the same things I hate (more important in a relationship than liking the same things! Nothing brings people closer together than mutual gripes. That’s not being cynical, that’s just a neutral fact.)
I should have seen it coming. Lately, we have been more off-again than on-again. He seems disgruntled, dissatisfied, restless. He keeps saying that, at his age, he should have something more to show for it than he has. He has a masters in English from NYU. I never finished college. Although he is not holding down a regular job (he doesn’t need to), he has everything necessary to make a lucrative living should he need or want to. I know many women would kill for a guy like that.
I think he has a midlife crisis, because, over the holidays, he finally came out with it: He wants to Settle Down. He wants Stability. He is not actually pressuring me to get married, but he said he is ready to settle down and he wants me to be his partner in crime. (Correction: He says he’s not pressuring me to get married, but if I hem and haw too long, he’s going to move on.)
Don’t get me wrong. He’s a great guy. It’s just that I don’t want to get married. To anybody. I felt so pressured I sent him on his merry way on Christmas Eve in a panic, telling him to get out of my life. He has tried to call me several times, but I am screening my calls. One time he showed up on my doorstep. I let him in and we had a discussion about the subject until late into the night. Neither one of us seems willing to surrender our basic view on the issue.
Is there something wrong with me? Many women would jump at the chance to find a proposal of permanent companionship at the ripe age of 43. We’ve all heard the statistics that a woman over 35 has a better chance of getting hit by lightning than getting married.
I am not looking for a “provider”, of course. But sometimes I think of old age, and I imagine looking back and regretting turning down a decent guy whom I could have for companionship when I’m old and feeble. But is that a good enough reason to give up everything I’ve achieved in the way of independence?? Just to “buy insurance”, so to speak, on the off-chance that I might get “lonely” when I’m 80? That’s not enough for me. God knows what’s going to happen decades from now. He says he would never allow us to become a typical “bourgouis” couple, but this is a slippery slope. A few months ago, he said he would never think of getting married, and look at him now. Next thing, he’ll want to move to Jersey and buy a riding lawn mower.
I don’t want to stay broken up with him permanently. I like things the way they are right now: We share the romantic and fun stuff, but household and finances are basically seperate. What’s wrong with that? I like and “open” situation like that. It gives the illusion of being young - that anything could still happen. I like the situation being not Settled. Marriage is like a dead end. It’s like the final step with no more hope for adventure or unexpected exciting things to happen.
Is he a jerk for changing on me like that?