Of Marriage And Fidelity.
Mood:
amorous
Mean girl that I am, I should probably apologize to Ben for blogging a fart story about him. Even though he says that the farting is all my fault for cooking lamb shanks for dinner:
You feed me dead sheep, what do you expect? But it's disrespectful to tell such tales, and really, I do very much love and respect my husband. Yesterday, for a moment, I was reminded exactly how much.
I was jolted awake at 6:30 a.m. by a nightmare that sent me bolt upright in bed with pounding heart -- I dreamed that he was leaving me. No discussion, no debate -- in the dream, he calmly and coldly announced that he was moving to San Diego. Waking, I quickly realized that all was in fact well, that he and the boys were there sleeping beside me where they belonged. But I was so upset that further sleep was out of the question. It was only a dream, but it reminded me how much you can't take your marriage for granted.
Although I guess many people do. Are Ben and I the only people on earth with a truly joyful marriage? Even after five years we are giggling best friends, we are still mad with lust for each other. That's easy to maintain when you're dating, when you spend your time together on jet ski trips and pub crawls and all-afternoon boink sessions. A lot of our time, though, is spent wiping noses and asses, and sex is a thing dearly to be desired but difficult to actually achieve, what with two toddlers who never seem to fall asleep until Ben and I are too exhausted to do much more than grin apologetically at each other. So the degree to which we're happy together is truly a rare thing.
By contrast, most of our friends' marriages seem to fall somewhere along a continuum ranging from neutrality to misery. Worse, very few of the couples we know are actually faithful to each other. Of the men, even the ones who aren't openly cavorting with barely legal South American girls (whom they pay by the hour or by the day) are having clandestine adventures whenever the opportunity strikes.
Are we the only married people on earth who aren't cheating on each other? I ask Ben. And he quickly points out the two married men of our acquaintance who don't cheat on their wives, or at least who haven't been caught at it or admitted to it -- but they aren't good examples, either. I know these guys, and for them, marital fidelity is like investing or flossing; it's the right thing to do, but there's no joy in it.
My husband and I, though, truly have the hots for each other. Some of that is due to deprivation and some to sincere effort; despite three pregnancies in my 40s, I make a concerted effort to stay cute, to wear a size 4 and wear my hair long and not skip jewelry and makeup. And God was kind enough to give me no stretch marks whatsoever. It's only fair to keep up my appearance; I could hardly expect Ben to stick close to home if I had gained 60 pounds, chopped off all my hair, and developed a sudden distaste for the male body in general and his in particular, the way so many wives do.
And in that regard, we're also different from every other couple I know. There seems to be something about having babies that makes women go cold on sex, and most of them won't even get on their knees and do their poor husbands a favor. No, they want to be romanced.
You love the guy, don't you? I ask such women.
He stays married to you, he supports your children, he comes home at night, right? So what's the problem? He wants sex; you don't; do him a favor. And they look at me like I've suggested they bury their noses in shit. Surely they are failing to grasp the secret to a happy marriage and to male fidelity:
Give him a reason not to cheat on you. But they don't get it.
Not everyone has a marriage as happy as mine. But I think sometimes that's due more to lack of effort and imagination than to anything else. Ben and I don't have a perfect life by any means -- we wish there was more money and less baby shit; I wish he wouldn't fart into my sofa; he wishes I wouldn't blog embarrassing revelations about his bodily functions. But I love my husband. And my dream reminded me -- should remind us all -- that we should never take anything we love for granted, because maybe someday it's gone.
Posted by Gretchen
at 8:24 AM PDT
Updated: Monday, April 11, 2005 1:16 PM PDT