Okay, Avabeth, I’m thinking I’ll probably want to limit that offer to a single beer in your case.
You’re coming across as a very angry person who’s so desperate that her own relationship work out that she’s fending off all implications that she’s heading down the garden path to disaster. “No, no, not me. Uh-uh. No, sir. No way could I be in that 50% rate of future divorces. Maybe you, buster, you’re all embittered, and anti-marriage in the first place, of course your marriage didn’t work out, but wonderful delightful people like me and my sweet hubby–it always works out for us. People like me have a 100% success rate. And if you want to argue that point, I’ll play the You’re An Asshole card. That’ll shut you up.”
Okay, let’s stipulate that I’m an asshole. You know something, though? We’re all assholes, especially those of us who choose to believe that marriage is good insititution for the human race.
Now, as I wrote, I believed that getting married would enrich my life, and on certain days I still do. I used to feel, and assert, that “Love will overcome any difficulty” and during my marriage, for maybe ten years of it, I felt that would prevail. But it didn’t. You want to find some fault in me that created a problem? I’ve got legal transcripts aplenty testifying to my faults, and those of my ex-spouse, and it ain’t a pretty picture. But this isn’t about me. It’s about a;ll the young self-deceiving people who get married --and whom society encourages to get married–in a context of many divorces and many, many more failed and miserable marriages.
But let’s examine your case, Avabeth. I posited a hypothetical question: is there a level of failed and broken marriages that WOULD represent a danger to you and your hubby’s eagerness to get married? Or would you still, after seeing a 90% failure rate, still cling to “That will never apply to us”?
I guess I’m calling that whole self-deception thing a refusal to apply broad social trends to one’s own case. And as I said, I’ve been there, and I certainly deceived myself into thinking my love for my bride was so special I needn’t concern myself with social trends and such. I just wish I hadn’t.
This all came into focus, not for the first time, by the juxtaposition of my friends’ wedding and the last few days, which I’ve spent in family court, 12 years after my divorce, trying to settle some ongoing visitation issues concerning my younger daughter. My wedding vows included a lot of "forever"s and "eternal"s but the only truly lasting result has been the ongoing legal battles that I’ve come to accept as what I have to do to be a part of my kids’ lives.
You want to turn your head away and say, “Well, fuck you, asshole, that’s you and it’s not me, and never will be”? No skin off my back. I’m just trying, in my own bitter, assholic way, to raise some isues that might affect all of our lives. You’re free to feel otherwise until it’s too late, and then I’ll just feel sorry for you.
I have no solutions, Matt McL. Thinking back, I probably wouldn’t have listened to any stern warnings in my wedding ceremony, and I probably would have disregarded any mandatory counseling if it were required. There’s just this tremendous disconnect with the all the buoyant optimism of weddings and the eventual outcomes for so many of the optimists.
Doesn’t apply to you? I’m a jerk for bringing it up? I can live with that.