She tried to tell me

I can still hear her British voice in my head today. My dear friend, Alexia.

We became friends while my ex and I were living in Germany, and stayed friends afterward. We met at the international playgroup in the city, a very diverse international mix of mothers and children showing up to sing songs, dance and make crafts while we drank coffee and exchanged new mom stories. We had only lived in Germany for about six months when I first tried the playgroup, and it was the most glorious connection I had made since moving to a foreign country!

It was my life line and my escape.

Alexia led the playgroup at the time that I began to attend. She was warm and friendly and welcoming. I loved her immediately. I truly admired her for her strength, her wit, her laugh, her way of directing people without being overbearing, and her straightforward style of telling you exactly what she thought without crushing you. She was like a movie star in the theater of my mind.

I wanted to be just like her someday, when I grew up.

We became friends over the course of many cups of strong coffee and many versus of  “Wind the Bobbin Up”. This led to dinners together, on our own and with our husbands sometimes, and playdates with our children to play together in the back garden or race Bobby Cars down the slanting driveway. She became a constant in my world. A beacon of light. I turned toward her like a flower reaching for the sun.

She was the epitome of “having it together” in my mind.

We would talk about our children, our families, our history, and of course our marriages and husbands. How we met, what our courting/dating was like, our weddings, etc. That’s what women do to bond and to get to know each other. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they describe their relationship.

I lived in Germany for six years, and over the course of that time, I am certain that I filled her ears with my many trials and tribulations of life abroad as an American. The challenges and the struggles. Alexia was British and married to a German man, that was a common pairing in Europe. My husband and I were pretty much the exception to the expat rule at the time. We were both American and didn’t speak a word of German when we arrived.

During all of this female bonding time I am sure that I told her some of my most annoying, and disturbing, stories about my husband and our marriage. I thought it was the thing that girlfriends did, we shared and commiserated, it was a way to blow off steam so you didn’t blow off your husband’s head!

After a few years of confiding in her, one day she looked me in the eye and said, “It doesn’t sound like you’re happily married.”

I was stunned. Not happily married? I asked her what gave her that idea, of course I’m happily married! Why wouldn’t I be? Her explanation was simply that most of my stories about my husband and marriage weren’t very positive, they were sad, frustrating and negative types of stories. I didn’t really have anything good to say about our relationship, or our marriage, for the most part.

I stayed the course of defending my ‘happy marriage’, “What do you mean? Those are things that all wives talk about with their friends, it’s an outlet to share it with someone else. Everyone has their issues and annoyances with their husbands. We all do it.” Alexia didn’t miss a beat, she looked at me with her head slightly tilted and said, “I never talk about my husband that way.” And, she was right. She really didn’t.

I was quiet.

I should have taken that as a sign, a nudge, to take a hard look at my marriage and what I wanted out of it. That was over fifteen years ago. But instead, I decided not to share anymore of those negative stories with her, plus I became more aware of what I shared with most people. I covered it up, left it at the door when I came in, and only shared the good stuff.

Now that I am divorced, I can look back and search for clues, look at my mistakes as well as his, basically armchair quarterback during the replays of our entire relationship. What I should have, what I could have, done differently. I can almost pinpoint when it had started to sour, when I had begun to feel invisible and unimportant to him. I remember telling him how I felt so many times, usually in tears, and still nothing changed. I can remember the big, blowout arguments as well as all of our little disagreements, that led us to this place.

She was right. I was not happily married.

I should have looked more closely at it all at the time that she shared this epiphany with me, but instead I chose to hide it more, to bury it down deeper inside. I began to keep my attitude in check and stay positive in most public instances, not just playgroup anymore.  Even with my own family. I wanted to make certain that everyone thought, that everyone knew, that I was happy. We were happy.

They could all say that we were happy, and truly loved each other, with conviction.

But we weren’t. We were functional most of the time. Of course, we had some really great times together, and loved each other most of the time, but there were long spells of that not being the case over our twenty years together.

He had come from a widowed mother early on in his childhood, and I from a divorced family, we didn’t really know how it was supposed to work or what marriage  should look like. But we were determined and willing to go the distance, at almost any cost, to prove that we were good people with a good, solid marriage. We could live up to the American dream that escapes so many other couples and keep an intact family. We would prove it with each passing year, with each celebrated anniversary. But we weren’t really happy with each other, and it showed in some of the smallest, simplest details.

It’s not always the big stuff.

At the time, it’s hard to admit that it’s really not going the way you had hoped, that your promise to stay with each other for a lifetime may have been an overreach for both of you. We each had our own expectations of how marriage worked, how to raise kids, even how to love each other. It wasn’t very similar in most areas, any areas to be honest, and that created the first crack in our trust of each other and our love for each other that grew with each passing year. A crack that created a small valley in the early years, would eventually lead to a gaping hole between us after many years of ignoring the obvious signs.

She tried to tell me. I should have listened.

 

 

 

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12 thoughts on “She tried to tell me

  1. ladyinthemountains says:

    Now looking back, if you had really heard her, what would you have changed? Would you have ended the marriage? Would you have tried harder to make it work? Yes, there were red flags but don’t be down on yourself for your actions. Attitude can make a difference in relationships. I know when I chose to not look at the negative of my ex, I loved him more. You tried to make it work.

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    • You make a good point, and honestly I know there were many times I tried to make it better (by reading books, trying to be more of what he expected, being more tuned in to his needs, etc.) and it would seem to improve for awhile…then we’d be right back to where we began and I would be miserable and lonely again. So yes, most likely I still would have stayed even if I admitted that she was right, mainly because of timing and location for so many years. I’m sure that is the reason why I stopped going along with the program this time, when he was trying to push me into moving once more and I just couldn’t do it, because I was finally in the right place at the right time and felt that I finally had a choice to make for myself. I knew that my future would be more of the same and I was not willing to settle for that any longer. Thanks for making me take another look at it. You’re right, I tried to make it work.

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      • ladyinthemountains says:

        You are welcome. We tend to be more hard on ourselves than we need to. I hear ya about being in the right place and time. I really think what led to my divorce was a combination of a couple of things. One, he couldn’t forgive me for getting depressed and secondly, he couldn’t handle my getting healthy again. The last few years of our marriage, I quit working on US and worked on ME. I started getting better mentally and standing up to him. He didn’t like it. I had to though of I would have ended my life. I was very close in 2008.

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      • That’s a horrible place to be, but one I can relate to. I’ve had depressive episodes over the course of my life, but they seemed more intense when I was married to him. There was too much pressure to be a certain way and I didn’t measure up in so many ways for him. I came to a similar conclusion about moving again, even if I didn’t realize it at the time, I seriously felt as if my life would be over and I had nowhere to go and no other way out. He really expected me to cave in, and when I didn’t he discarded me. It has been a horrible wake up call, but I’m glad that I answered it. Here’s to a happier, healthier more sane life for both of us!

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  2. Your story sounds a lot like mine. I did the same things you did. I remember talking to someone and her telling me “You don’t seem to be happy in your marriage.” After that, I shut myself down and I made a point not to talk about my husband and my marriage anymore, to anyone. And I tried very hard to work on myself so as to improve and save the marriage. It was for nothing. I was more and more unhappy and things were just getting worse. I was also isolating myself further more. I would look at other couples and kept thinking why I couldn’t have what they had. And then go back to work on myself even harder and even more, only to fall deeper in the hole I was digging myself into.

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    • I had the same thoughts when I saw other couples walking around, holding hands or having dinner and conversation – and the looked like the actually enjoyed being with each other. It would break my heart, truly. And I would do the same as you, vow to improve myself and our marriage somehow, some way. But there was never any return on my investment basically. It was exhausting and defeating.

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