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On marriage: Letâs call the whole thing off - TODAY: Relationships
With nearly half of all marriages in the U.S. ending in divorce, why do we still insist on tying the knot? As she ends her 20-year marriage, The Atlantic contributor Sandra Tsing Loh posits that the idea of lifelong wedded bliss has become obsolete
Sadly, and to my horror, I am divorcing. This was a 20-year partnership. My husband is a good man, though he did travel 20 weeks a year for work. I am a 47-year-old woman whose commitment to monogamy, at the very end, came unglued. This turn of events was a surprise. I dont generally even enjoy men; I had an entirely manageable life and planned to go to my grave taking with me, as I do most nights to my bed, a glass of merlot and a good book. Cataclysmically changed, I disclosed everything. We cried, we bewailed the fate of our children.
And yet at the end of the day literally during a five oclock counseling appointment, as the golden late-afternoon sunlight spilled over the wall of Balinese masks when given the final choice by our longtime family therapist, who stands in as our shaman, mother, or priest, I realized no. Heart-shattering as this moment was a gravestone sunk down on two decades of history I would not be able to replace the romantic memory of my fellow transgressor with the more suitable image of my husband, which is what it would take in modern-therapy terms to knit our familys domestic construct back together. In womens-magazine parlance, I did not have the strength to work on falling in love again in my marriage. And as Laura Kipnis railed in Against Love, and as everyone knows, good relationships take work.
With nearly half of all marriages in the U.S. ending in divorce, why do we still insist on tying the knot? As she ends her 20-year marriage, The Atlantic contributor Sandra Tsing Loh posits that the idea of lifelong wedded bliss has become obsolete
Sadly, and to my horror, I am divorcing. This was a 20-year partnership. My husband is a good man, though he did travel 20 weeks a year for work. I am a 47-year-old woman whose commitment to monogamy, at the very end, came unglued. This turn of events was a surprise. I dont generally even enjoy men; I had an entirely manageable life and planned to go to my grave taking with me, as I do most nights to my bed, a glass of merlot and a good book. Cataclysmically changed, I disclosed everything. We cried, we bewailed the fate of our children.
And yet at the end of the day literally during a five oclock counseling appointment, as the golden late-afternoon sunlight spilled over the wall of Balinese masks when given the final choice by our longtime family therapist, who stands in as our shaman, mother, or priest, I realized no. Heart-shattering as this moment was a gravestone sunk down on two decades of history I would not be able to replace the romantic memory of my fellow transgressor with the more suitable image of my husband, which is what it would take in modern-therapy terms to knit our familys domestic construct back together. In womens-magazine parlance, I did not have the strength to work on falling in love again in my marriage. And as Laura Kipnis railed in Against Love, and as everyone knows, good relationships take work.