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Jan 26 2012

For a Happy Marriage, Put Your Kids First

By at 9:18 am

anniversary champagneMy husband and I celebrated our anniversary recently. We met at summer camp when he was 17 and I was 16-years-old. I knew, in the middle of my senior year of high school, that he was the one for me. While I was dating someone else. But that’s another story.

As a geriatric social worker, I have been privileged to know, and learn from, many older adults. Many have shared their life stories with me. And it is clear to me, based on those stories, and my own observations of my peers, that the families that work best achieving self-actualization and happiness for its members are the ones where the kids, not the marriages, come first. Read the rest of this entry →

Jan 23 2012

Our Divorce Panel

By at 12:22 pm

divorce drawingOver the past couple of weeks, our seriously brave and open-hearted blogger Sarah Tuttle-Singer has written about the fact that she is going through a divorce. Both her pieces, “Whirling Out of the Darkness” and “Loving Your Kids & Loving Motherhood Are Not the Same Thing,” had us all achy and heartbroken, but something else surprising happened, too. Read the rest of this entry →

Jan 4 2012

My In-Laws Ditched Me, So I Got a Puppy

By at 11:53 am

Moses, our new dog.

Yes, you read that correctly.

Without so much as a phone call, email, or discussion, my in-laws were extremely upset and offended by a post I wrote about Thanksgiving. Even though I wrote it about my anxieties going into the holiday, they read it as an autobiographical account of the actual event. To my dismay, I discovered that to even question the perfection of a family event on my husband’s side is cause for divorce.

I had no idea they were so upset. They chose not to discuss it with me and instead talked to other family members, digging for dirt and gossiping about me in an attempt to build a case that I am a person who is not “honest, truthful, or loving.” Those are their exact words as written in a nine-page rant that is the most hateful letter I have ever read (since high school). The letter arrived after my birthday trip to Vegas. What a welcome home! While I was away, my in-laws cornered my husband and laid out their argument against me. They offered their home for him and our son to escape to and threw themselves behind him if he should want to divorce me.

Divorce!?  Over a blog post!?

My husband admits that he participated in a hypothetical discussion about divorce, and he deeply regrets it. It is no secret that my husband and I have been bickering since we got to Austin. We’ve been dealing with unemployment, infertility, finances, family issues, going into business together, and adjusting to a new city. Each of these alone would introduce stress into a marriage, and we’ve been facing them simultaneously. When his parents confronted him on the first night they saw him, he had been caring for a sick child all day, hadn’t slept well in a week, was battling a nasty sinus infection, and was trying to placate parents that he trusted and idolized. I love my husband dearly and I forgive him for being indiscreet. Read the rest of this entry →

Oct 17 2011

Sex After Baby, Easier Said Than Done

By at 12:07 pm
heidi klum

I'm no Heidi Klum, but I'm trying my best.

I really appreciated Mayim’s most recent piece on Judaic sexy time. Even though I already knew most of what was in her post, it reminded me of how amazing a woman’s body is and how celebrated sexual relations are in Judaism. Trust me, my Jewish husband celebrates any time we have sex.

And herein lies the struggle.  Why does it happen more than I’d like and less than he’d like?  We have a child, we’re busy, and we’re tired. My body is a squishy version of its former self and my boobies still belong to the toddler sleeping in the next room.

Meanwhile, hubs is sexy and never stopped being hot for me even after watching a human being expelled from his happy place. This guy works his ass off, changes diapers, tells me I’m beautiful, and deserves a win now and then.  If he were to reject me even once I’d be slicing my wrists with insecurity, yet he comes back time and again in hopes of a kiss–okay, with tongue.

In my experience, having sex is like going to the gym in that even when I have to drag myself there kicking and screaming, I feel so good and I’m always glad I went. So why do I keep a monthly tally of our encounters in my mind to use as ammunition when I’m tired?

Much like Mayim’s post inferred, I used to think that Orthodox women were oppressed by obligatory sex. I pictured them dreading of the day they were “clean” because they were going to have to put out, like it or not. But I can also see how the mikvah could be an empowering prelude to getting down and dirty.  So much preparation, anticipation, perhaps, even butterflies, all leading up to a familiar connection that you’re contracted to uphold. Plus there’s the added bonus, YOU’RE CLEAN (Moms know, we never have time to shower.) Read the rest of this entry →

Oct 3 2011

Thoughts on My First Anniversary

By at 3:22 pm

Jordana and her family, one year ago today.

Where were you a year ago today?

A year ago today, I was signing my ketubah. And now, I’m holding my two month old baby girl.

Whoever coined the phrase “what a difference a year makes” wasn’t kidding.

A year ago, I walked down the aisle in my favorite synagogue. Each step was fraught with significance for me. Each step toward the chuppah, on the arms of my parents, was one step further away from my previous marriage and painful divorce.  Each step was toward a new man, a new marriage, a new version of myself and a new future. Each step was one step toward fear – will I be good enough for my new husband?  – and yet away from it at the same time, as I told myself, I can do this. I can give myself to someone else without being afraid and without repeating history.

I came closer to him. I couldn’t look him in the eye, for fear that I would cry. I circled him seven times, carving out a space for us and our marriage that was separate from the world and yet part of it. Each step, I realized, was sacred.

Each step – one small step for womankind, one giant step for me — was a decision. Read the rest of this entry →

Sep 14 2011

Seeking Peace When On the Road

By at 11:42 am

Our digs in Seville.

How did the Israelites maintain Shalom Bayit (peace in the home) as they wandered the desert for 40 years? I lose my patience after my husband got us lost for 40 minutes. Like the Israelites, my family has been nomadic for the past three weeks, and it has taken its toll on our Shalom Bayis.

We have schlepped from country to country, city to city, hotel to hotel. We had great fun doing this on our honeymoon just last year. This time around, with a budding toddler in tow, not so much. There are plenty of sources of tsures (trouble): the endless packing, unpacking, and repacking; Aiven’s crabbiness when his naps get disrupted by our irregular schedule; and the struggle to keep all of our stomachs full (not such an easy task when your child eats more than a plague of locusts and your husband is a vegan).

Shalom Bayit has come to symbolically mean marital harmony, but with us the challenge to ours has actually come from the literal lack of a place to call home. At least the Israelites had tents they could call their own — we, on the other hand, have slept in one disappointing hotel after another.

To recap:

Edinburgh, Scotland:  B&B confirmed there would be a queen bed, a crib, and no stairs. We had two suitcases equaling 50 kilos, two carry-on bags, and a stroller.  Stairs were not an option. We arrived to find a double bed, no crib, and three flights of stairs. My ingenious husband improvised a crib out of our suitcase to give us a few hours of sleep without our son taking over the entire bed!

London, England: Hotel room had a crib, but the bathroom was the size of an airplane’s. Shower included. And the room was 50 square feet. Baby feet. Read the rest of this entry →
Sep 8 2011

Staying at Home with the Kids? Get a Post-Nup

By at 2:51 pm

I remember meeting, on several occasions, with the rabbi who was going to perform our wedding ceremony.  My future husband and I were surprised when he told us we needed to sign a Jewish prenuptial agreement.  He asked us to determine an amount of money that my future husband would pay me, on a daily basis, in the event he refused to give me a get (a Jewish divorce).  Our rabbi suggested a large sum, and my husband and I laughed as I told him to triple it!  Divorce was the furthest thing from our minds, and I knew that my husband was not the type who would refuse to give me a get.  Since both of us knew this was never a document we would be using, my husband readily agreed to triple the amount and we signed it.

Looking back, our rabbi was really on to something. What better time to get a future spouse to agree to something then when he or she is happy and excited about the marriage, and divorce is far from anyone’s mind?  And while every other week the magazine covers in the supermarket checkout line talk about one celebrity or another signing or not signing a pre-nup, most people have not heard of, or considered, a post-nuptial agreement.

Let me be clear: I do not believe everyone needs a post-nuptial agreement, which is a contract between spouses outlining what will happen financially, or otherwise, in the event the marriage breaks down.  However, if you have given up your career (or taken a very long hiatus) to raise children and manage the household, I am suggesting that you at least use this article as food for thought. Read the rest of this entry →

Sep 1 2011

My Handsome Puerto Rican Husband Wraps Tefillin

By at 9:35 am

For those not in the know (and until yesterday, I counted myself among you), yesterday marked the first day of a new month on the Jewish calendar: Elul.

The morning begins like any other: our toddler twins wake up screaming, I change diapers, prepare breakfast, play with them, get them dressed, and call my parents so that they’ll Skype with them while I shower and give me time to actually wash my hair.  As I get the computer ready and open the door to the bedroom, wherein our linen closet lies, to find a towel, I realize that this morning is not like all others.  It’s the first of Elul.

I enter the bedroom and find my husband Marco wrapped in the tallis (prayer shawl) my parents bought him for our wedding, and my father’s tefillin (phylacteries).  Two Judaic reference books lay open on our bed, illuminated by the glow of his iPad, which is on.  It’s his first time laying tefillin, and he’s trying to follow the rules.

I’ve come in to hustle him into the shower—I need to get ready before the babysitter arrives so I can start my workday on time, and he needs to shower first and get out the door!  But seeing him dressed in the regalia of full Judaic manhood stops me in my tracks.

“Oh—I’m sorry,” I murmur, slightly embarrassed that I’ve walked in on him this way.

He looks up from the texts.  I notice a YouTube video streaming on the iPad: How to Lay Tefillin. “This is going to take some time,” he says.

I restore his privacy by closing the door.

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Jul 6 2011

Our Dependence Day

By at 2:43 pm

Tamara and her husband three years ago.

My husband and I were married on July 4, 2008. This week we celebrated our three-year anniversary and by celebrate I mean we tried to find at spare moment between his busy work schedule and my toddler wrangling to exchange lame cards and attempt to have sexy time amidst exhaustion and spontaneous lactation (me not him).  Three years in and we’re already “those people” who have fallen into a rhythm where our time together looks more like friendship and parenting than romance and animal magnetism.  We still hold hands and he grabs my ass any chance he can get but if you pass us on the street we’re probably pushing  a stroller filled with an adorable boy and talking about our finances.

People say that when you have children you have to make it a priority to put your marriage first. There are days that I don’t shower and he doesn’t eat so how are we expected to live up to that kind of standard?  Most days we just pass like ships in the night and I feel like our marriage is at the bottom the to-do list below “change the cat litter” and “make a dentist appointment.” Read the rest of this entry →

Jan 25 2011

Saying “I’m Sorry” Could Ruin Your Marriage?

By at 11:44 am

Men and women who absolve the bad behavior of their partners will only end up with partners who behave worse. Or so says a new study published in the Journal of Family Psychology.

An associate professor at the University of Tennessee, James McNulty, asked 135 newlywed couples,  “Did your spouse do something negative today?”

The couples may have recently returned from their honeymoons, but they certainly weren’t in La La Land when it came to assessing their partner’s shortcomings. As reported by the husbands, 22 percent of the wives were argumentative, and the wives reported that 26 percent of the husbands neglected them.  (It was unclear what percentage of wives were argumentative because their husbands neglected them.)

McNulty then asked the spouses whether they’d forgiven the bad behavior.

McNulty found that partners whose partners forgave them were almost twice as likely to transgress again the next day, as opposed to spouses who had taken a harder line. Worse, among spouses who had varied their reactions—swinging between showing mercy and staying ticked off—instances of forgiveness left their mates six times more likely to keep being their crappy selves.

“It’s time, people, to stand in judgment of the ones we love most–because once we do, the world begins to turn in our favor. Our wayward–or insufferable–spouses heel,” New York Magazine wrote on the study.

Now, maybe it’s just me, but I think you start running into trouble when you use words commonly used to command a dog in reference to your spouse. Kibble, anyone?

It’s foolish to read this study as an instructional guide on “how to keep your spouse in line.” The study doesn’t–and can’t–reflect the nuances of a relationship accurately. It can only take note of the actual responses to actual actions. So there’s a flaw from the beginning: the internal mental and emotional architecture is missing from the analysis.

I am fairly certain that I occasionally piss off my husband just by being myself. There are those who have called me “messy.” I even dimly recall my mother calling me a “slob” once or twice. While I prefer the term “creative chaos,” it seems foolish to quibble about vocabulary when the fact of the matter is that I have married a neatnik who once asked me if I had ever used a Dustbuster in my car. (That was so funny! I laughed, and laughed…and then realized he wasn’t joking. Awkward.)

As a responsible spouse, it’s important to do two things before yelling at and/or reprimanding your spouse. First, accurately gauge what behavior is annoying you, and why. Something small may bother you particularly, for example, because of a past relationship, whether with your parents or a previous partner or spouse. Your partner is not a mind reader and can’t know this is a sore spot until you tell them. Gauging why may make you realize you’re being unreasonable—maybe the bathmat doesn’t HAVE to be in line with the tiles every morning. Or maybe you are feeling pissy because your paycheck hasn’t arrived and you feel strapped for cash (hypothetically speaking)–those things have nothing to do with your partner (unless you’re married to your boss, in which case, God help you).

Second, you need to clearly communicate your feelings, the reasoning behind them, and that you have some idea of the behavior that could make the situation better.

Also, newlyweds haven’t had so many opportunities to practice the whole you-piss-me-off-and-here’s-why conversation pattern yet. Adjusting to living together as new spouses isn’t always easy. What one person considers “an easy way to locate things” can be what another person thinks of as “disgusting.” (Again, hypothetically.) That’s part of what learning how to be married is–figuring out what will create a climate where you can say to your spouse, respectfully (and maybe even with humor), “Hey – how about you give ‘opening the bills the day they arrive, instead of hiding them under piles of crap’ a try?”

I’d argue it will do more for your marriage than having a spouse who, after being reprimanded/made to cry, opens bills more regularly (i.e. “correcting” the behavior because they weren’t “forgiven”), but does so out of fear and resentment rather than love.

As perfect a wife as I am, there may be things I do out of habit, like not Dustbusting my car, that annoy the crap out of my husband. But here’s the thing: each time I realized just how much these things matter to him–and how little they matter to me–I started making an effort to change. Not because he yelled at me, but instead because he made it clear that he loves me even though I’m a slob. (At least, I’m pretty sure he does.) I now fold my towel into the requisite thirds (though it never really looks as good as his towel). And look at how open and accepting I am: I love him, even though he is neat and responsible.

My point is that “bad behavior” may not be so bad in the first place, but what’s most important, even if it is, is to be honest with yourself and then honest with your spouse. The path to marital bliss isn’t bringing your spouse in line so much as bringing yourself in line–being true to yourself, what you are and want. Honesty, in this case, rather than threats, is what’s truly the best policy.

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