A Serial Dater’s Thoughts on Marriage

1 08 2011

I’ve taken a break from dating for most of July, and I have to say I feel a little off my game. After an MRI at the beginning of July showed my uncle’s prostate cancer had spread the full length of his spine and caused a fracture of his second lumbar vertebrae, I packed up my trusty little Jetta and drove out to the Tri-Cities with my middle son, K2, to help my aunt and uncle. (All three of my son’s names start with K, so for the blog, they will be K1, K2, and K3, oldest to youngest.)

It’s never easy staying in someone else’s home for an extended period of time (longer than three days, right?) but our stay allowed me time to make some observations about my aunt and uncle’s marriage and to think about the things I would want for my own life moving forward.  Now, as a woman with a checkered dating history, 4 marriage proposals, one long-term relationship where I was engaged for 5 YEARS before finally calling it off, and a marriage that only lasted 3-1/2 years, I will be the first to admit that I am not an expert on marriage.  I have no background in sociology, psychology, or any other study of human behavior, so these are simply my ruminations after a stay with a married couple who have managed to make things work for 47 years.

Terms of Endearment:  My aunt and uncle have their own special language. My uncle is originally from France, so they call each other “mon chéri” and “ma chérie.”  The way they actually say this to each other, however, is quite different.  My aunt usually says, “Sherry!”  Yes, it comes out in a rather loud, high-pitched voice, sounding as though she’s a chef in a busy kitchen requesting a cheap cooking wine. She needs to project her voice, you see, because she’s either yelling from across the room or from another room.  Despite the volume, my uncle will take his time in responding to her, depending on how engaged he is in la Tour de France, a soccer match, or the PGA Tour or whether or not he’s decided to take out his hearing aid. 

My uncle has always been much more soft-spoken. It’s not how he says things but what he says that’s important.  He sort of mumbles, “ma chér.”  The “ie” part never seems to make it all the way out, and he doesn’t say it nearly as often as my aunt. This wasn’t just a result of the pain meds he was given either; it has always been this way.  Both of them typically use the words to initiate a request. I would guess that the ratio of “Sherry’s!” to “ma chér’s” in their household is about 4 to 1, and these terms of endearment are used at least thirty times per day between the two of them.

For my STB ex and I, the term of endearment we used was “baby” or “bebi.”  It got said so much that one time, after listening to us play a board game for several minutes, one of my friends stopped us and said, “You have to stop that.”


“You two have to find different names for each other. I can’t stand it, all this baby, baby, baby stuff. Just stop!”

Now, I know there are some women who feel that the use of terms like “baby” and “sweetheart” are demeaning, and in some ways, I have to agree.  If a man I have just met starts calling me baby, I’m going to assume that he is trying to run a game on me. Either that or he can’t remember my name and thinks I won’t notice if he calls me “baby.”  Yuck!  But in intimate, long-term relationships, I like the use of terms of endearment.  In the case of my aunt and uncle, “Sherry!” and “ma chér” have become part of the special way their communication has evolved over the past 47 years. That special language that develops between two individuals is just one of the elements of the glue that keeps people together.

The bottom line: I want terms of endearment in my next long-term relationship.

Picking Your Battles:  For all of the times my uncle did not utter “ma chér” in relation to my aunt’s requests for “Sherry!” he made up for it by saying, “Oh, my god.”  This is a phrase my uncle probably mutters under his breath in a heavy French accent at least 25 times per day.  It is said in the same way I would say, “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”  Basically, it means he thinks my aunt is being ridiculous, but he’ll do whatever it is that she wants anyway.

My aunt and uncle are avid gardeners, and since my aunt is not supposed to lift anything over 5 pounds, and my uncle has a fractured vertebrae, my son and I tried to help them with some simple gardening tasks.  My aunt was very concerned that the tomatoes my uncle had planted from seed had blossom end rot, and she had a spray she wanted to use to fight off the disease.  Every time she mentioned it, my uncle would say, “Oh, my god.”  He had his own list of things he wanted to see accomplished while we were there, and the tomatoes were very low on that list.  They were high on my aunt’s list, however, and she kept insisting that the tomatoes needed to be sprayed.  The most I heard him say about the tomatoes was at dinner one night, he finally said, “I should just throw those tomatoes away.”

To which my aunt responded, “But you’ve worked so hard on them.” (You see, it’s a vicious cycle.)

While I was in the garage one afternoon, helping them organize some things, my aunt finally got my son out in the garden to spray the tomatoes.  My uncle came out to the garage and asked where Aunt D was. 

“She’s outside showing K2 how she wants the tomatoes sprayed.”

“Oh, my god,” he said, shaking his head.

“It takes longer than one season to change the pH of a soil,” I said.

“Yeah, but once she has in her mind that she wants something, you can’t stop her,” he said.

He shuffled out to the garden.  (You may be wondering what a guy with a fractured L2 is doing up and about anyway, but it’s hard to keep a good man down, and he was flying high on pain meds. I had to keep reminding him to take it easy, and every time I got him back in his chair, my aunt would yell, “Sherry” again.)

In the car, on the ride home from the Tri-Cities, my son confessed that as soon as Aunt D had gone back in the house, my uncle had told him not to bother with the tomatoes.

“What should I do with the rest of this spray?”

“Just dump it here in the gravel.”

For the past week, my aunt has been sending emails out to the family raving about the work we did while we were there, and how good the tomatoes look now that K2 sprayed them.  Apparently, “Oh, my god,” has some sort of placebo effect, but see, they never fought about it.

In a twisted, covert sort of way each of them has figured out how to let the other one do as they please, or at least THINK that they are doing as they please.  There are no big fights, no drama. They save their battles for the things that are really important, like fighting cancer.

Commitment to a Partnership: Finally, for all of the requests of “Sherry” that my aunt needs throughout the day, she’s really on top of things.  She’s coordinating all of my uncle’s cancer treatments, discussing wills and trusts with a lawyer, making sure my uncle takes his medications, massaging his back, washing his hair, and stealing apricots and making him apricot jam, his favorite.  (I will need to tell you about our apricot hijinks later this week.) My uncle has always gardened, cooked, fixed things around the house, and maintained their cars.  My aunt says she doesn’t know what she will do when he is gone, but I don’t think she’s giving herself enough credit for everything she is doing for him. Each of them is fully invested in the partnership they have created, and it’s both beautiful and comical to see in action.

In the months since my STB ex moved out, I’ve said several times that one of the things I learned about myself from being married was that I could be a really good wife.  Preceding marriage, I had worried that maybe I had gotten too stuck in my ways to be married, but once I was finally in it, I was fully invested.  I was less worried about the day-to-day minutiae and more focused on long-term planning for our future together.  I could never understand why my husband resisted conversations about buying a house, building our financial future, or anything requiring a long-term investment.  I now know, of course, that long-term was not something he was particularly concerned about.

The bottom line: I’m a team player, and IF I ever decide to be married again, my partner would need to be just as committed to the partnership as I am.  Married or not, I really do want someone I can trust with whom I can grow old.

I worry sometimes that relationships like the one that exists between my aunt and uncle are a thing of the past.  Are we all too self-absorbed now to give part of our lives to another person like that?  For so many years?  I hope not. What are your thoughts on marriage?

Photo here.




17 responses

1 08 2011
Renee G

Thank you again for your lovely writing.
Your uncle and aunt have a sweet love story. I am a believer in marriage, myself. I also believe that some people get married to the wrong person for all the right reasons. I was married a long time to the wrong person, but the wonderful thing is that I have two awesome children because of him. Mission fulfilled.
Some stay together, long after it is healthy for all concerned for noble reasons, or because of appearances…and struggle through a lifetime of half-living. It takes a great deal of courage to do the right thing. Sometimes the right thing is to choose life and go against the convention that staying marriage is the right thing.
I also know people, like your uncle and aunt, who married their soul mate and spent a life time on a loving adventure. I really do believe in marriage…I was wired to be a goodwife. Maybe I’ll marry the right person for the right reasons and have a sweet love story like your uncle and aunt. Hope is eternal, as is love with the right person.

1 08 2011

Thanks for your compliment, Renee. My aunt and uncle’s marriage has not been perfect, but I don’t think either one of them ever thought of divorce as an option. Their’s was a different era. It’s difficult to say which is better, toughing it out or fighting to keep the marriage together. It really depends on the circumstances and the people involved. For example, I don’t think anyone should ever stay in an abusive relationship, but these days, sometimes I think people throw in the towel too early.

1 08 2011

I really enjoyed this. Thanks.

1 08 2011

Thanks, Zak.

1 08 2011
Surrey gal

I always refused to use those “baby” “cherie” “honey” names. My husband left me for a “BB” who called him “Darling D”. Oh well.
I think marriages of past generations are better – because they work on their relationship, they know that they have to compromise and that I’ll allow you your faults and I know you’ll allow me mine. In modern society we demand a lot, it’s all about me me me…

1 08 2011

I want to believe that it’s still about finding the right person, but the statistics certainly tell a different story.

1 08 2011

Brought tears to my eyes! Not only are you always an excellent writer, putting your thoughts into such wonderful perspective, but your words are illustrated so that I see perfectly the pictures of the situations in my mind. Thank you for sharing such a special “word photo” of my sis and bil.

As for marriage, both parties need to be committed to working on the love and communication. When you find someone who truly has that as part of what they want in a relationship/marriage along with many common interests and spark, you’ll be on the road to a REAL relationship.

When dating my R***iepooh, and he told me he had never cheated on his wife of 31 years before she wanted a divorce, I knew that he was the keeper kind along with all the many issues we discussed that were so similar. You’d think we’d known each other all our lives.

You are a keeper, a long-term committment minded woman, and the right man is out there, you just haven’t found each other yet.

Good talking with you yesterday.
Love ya girl, hugs,….

1 08 2011

Well, who knows? Maybe there’s a gem somewhere in the next 81 dates. I’m not looking for anything serious right now, but like I’ve said before, I’m certainly not going to let a good man go to waste. 🙂 At least I have my heart and mind open to new possibilities.

3 08 2011

the husband you said that didn’t want to buy a house, is he the father of all your kids.

3 08 2011


1 08 2011
Stranger Reading

I believe there are many wonderful marriages and that the bad ones get most of the publicity… after all, what is there to say when you are happy? We seem to put a great deal of introspection and chatter into our unhappiness, but our contentment is more of a quiet and personal thing. I’m not sure how much thought we actually give to happiness until it is taken away from us. I belong to a bulletin board for young widows. There are thousands of us on that site who had happy marriages and our ages range from the 20’s to the 50’s.

The problem is not so much one of being self-absorb. The problem seems to stem more from making poor choices. Just because you love someone does not make them a good candidate for marriage. Sometimes they are best kept as friends.

3 08 2011

So true. Thank you so much for your perspective, Stranger.

1 08 2011

I agree that some throw in the towel too soon…and I have witnessed some stay longer than is healthy for all concerned. My grandparent’s marriage was an example of a healthy marriage.My maternal grandparents were married 70+ years and they adored one another. Yeah, they had hard times and conflict but they respected and loved each other sooo much. It was evident up til the end of their lives. I have so many memories of them smoochin and laughin. Awesome!
Good on ya for keeping your heart and mind open! You are a beautiful, talented woman and the fellow that captures your imagination and your heart will be a fortunate fellow indeed. True Story.

3 08 2011


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