This was two years ago, and somehow we find ourselves in this place: making the choice to happily work on our relationship.
I'm 28, and my friend circle (both close and extended) is definitely experiencing the first wave of divorces. As someone who regularly contemplated divorce for two years, I can see the appeal: freeeeeeeeeedom. I'm also someone who is adamantly pro-divorce: if it's not working and you want out, get out. To me, divorce is nothing to be ashamed of regardless of the reasons leading up to it.
But yet… I remain un-divorced. Like I said, I'm even happy about it. Why?
I'm lucky: my husband and I weren't ready to divorce because someone cheated or someone was emotionally, verbally, or physically abusive to someone else. While I was the primary breadwinner, my husband had a job. We have a great kid, and we're a seriously cohesive and positive family. In short, things were good enough: nice, respectful man with a nice, respectful woman who are raising a (mostly) nice, (mostly) respectful kid. Throw in our dogs and bright yellow car and you have some "Awws" just waiting to come out of your mouths.
We were ready to divorce because we were just so fucking tired of having to deal with each other. We weren't yelling or raging, we were just… done. Part of this was due to only having been together three months before we eloped — a situation I totally think can work, but it does leave you without any clue as to how your partner deals with stress, or even how he or she fights in an argument. We didn't have several years experience dealing with one another, and when we got married we didn't even know what one another's buttons or triggers were. It was all very fast and romantic, but when things started to get hard two years later we were suddenly hit with the realization that there were huge areas of our lives that we had no idea about.
Instead of doing what everyone tells you to do (communicate, go to therapy), we retreated. We became like ships passing in the night, not even turning on the light to acknowledge one another. We communicated mostly about our son, and put on big smiles for nearly everyone in our lives. It sucked.
We went through good periods in which we would talk our problems out and pledge our loyalty — to each other and to the relationship itself. It was clear that we didn't necessarily want things to end as much as we wanted them to change, but since we didn't have the relationship skills to help them change… it seemed like only ending it would work. My husband moved out, he moved back in, he moved out, he moved back in. Close family and friends heard that it was over three times, and each time we really thought it was.
But still: we kept coming back to one another.
I would love to be able to say that the reason we kept coming back together was because of some inexplicable, magical bond that was pre-determined by fate and will keep us together always, but the real reason is significantly more practical than that: we were making a choice. Somewhere along the line, in between silent dinners and hours spent watching TV alone on the couch, we each made a choice to stick it out, to keep trying. We were choosing even when we were both miserable, choosing even when telling the other that we weren't.
I grew up a really quiet, idealistic, romantic kid and teen. I subscribed to all of the books, movies, and songs that tell you how love is supposed to be. I'm still this way — my favorite book is Love in the Time of Cholera, and I will defend the idea of fate and soul mates and true love until I'm out of breath. But what I'm realizing is what many a person in a long-term relationship will tell you: "forever" is a choice that you make. As sweet as it is to say you're the one for me and I'm the one for you, I think most of us realize there are many, many "ones" out there in the world that we could easily be happy with — but we're choosing to be with the one we have.
In its own way, making that choice is ridiculously romantic. Staring divorce in the face and saying, "You know what? Maybe later" is kind of hot. It doesn't mean that it won't happen, and it doesn't mean that we won't continue to have shitty periods in our life, but for now we're choosing to have those awful times together over potentially amazing times with someone else. This isn't news to anyone who has been in a relationship longer than I have, but it's a realization I'm happy to have made.