Reblogging this again because so many people seem to miss the point: the point isnātĀ ādonāt get marriedā orĀ āPrince Charming doesnāt exist.ā The point is that 50%+ of marriages end in divorce and itās naive to thinkĀ āoh, thatāll never be me.ā Thatās what this video is about. Itās about thinking that youāre the exception because youāre special. Youāre not.Ā
āBut I am! Everyone tells me that Iām special. Iām beautiful and smart and funny and Iāve done everything right. These bad things would never happen to me!āĀ
True, you might be lucky and you might live a fairy tale life. But what if you didnāt?Ā
Iām a woman turning 40 this year, and Iāve lived a fairy tale life so far. I met my future husband in high school and weāve been inseparable ever since. We supported each other through all-nighters and final exams in college, celebrated each otherās first jobs, traveled the world together, kissed under the Eiffel Tower and snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef. We got married and had two beautiful children who get compliments and free candy everywhere they go. We have jobs that give us personal satisfaction. We have a little place to call home that we own free and clear. We still hold hands after 20+ years together.Ā
Despite all this, I still have a backup plan in case anything ever goes wrong.Ā
Why? Because I just need to look at my mom and her generation to see what could easily happen to me, and what happens to many women. My mom did everything right too. She was young, beautiful, smart, hardworking, and kind. She went to college, got a job, got married, and had kids. She cooked, she cleaned, she drove us to piano lessons and art lessons. She showed up at our recitals and she was there on graduation day.Ā
And she was miserable. (Still is.) Because the happiness that was promised to her if she did all this, if she sacrificed her life for her husband and her family, if she was a good wife,Ā did not materialize. Instead she was left an old, lonely woman in a loveless, debt-ridden marriage.Ā
My father was not a bad man. He never beat or abused my mother, he didnāt do drugs or drink excessively, he had no gambling or other vices, he was present in our lives, and he brought home a paycheck. But he was also stuck in a marriage where the love had fizzled under the never-ending burden of dishes and laundry and mortgage bills. Under arguments of whose turn it is to clean up the kidsā vomit and why did you spend money on this and how are we going to pay for the new transmission now. So when a younger woman started giving him attention and didnāt care why he forgot to take out the trash yet again, he started buying gifts for her. Expensive makeup, Louis Vuitton handbags, and the like. He was sad and lonely, and the woman was sweet to him. Meanwhile, my mom who was trying to get us to all of our dentist appointments and parent-teacher conferences, got nothing for Christmas. (She didnāt get him anything either.)
My father was not a bad man. He looked like a good man when they got married. I see their old photos from when they were young, before they had kids and a mortgage, and they looked happy. It hurts to look at their hopeful faces and know how things turned out in the end.
My momās story is not unique. All of my aunts are either depressed, divorced, or stuck in loveless marriages. Same with my friendsā parents. My mom recently reconnected with some friends whom she had not seen since college, and these five women were shocked to discover that they all had the same story: graduated from school, got jobs, got married, had kids, and became good wives, only to be bitterly disappointed by their husbandsā lack of partnership. They did what they were supposed to do, they carried their families on their backs, and they ended up with very little to show for it.
This video is about how common this scenario is, especially for idealistic young women who believe that this would never happen to them because theyāre special. My mom was special too. So were my aunts. Everybody thinks they are special. Everybody thinks theyāll be the one to beat the odds.
And maybe youāre right. Maybe youāre one of the lucky ones. My mother looks at me, and sheās told me point blank,Ā āYou have a better fate than me, and for that Iām grateful.ā When I look at my mother and the women of her generation, I see the lessons they learned the hard way and paid for dearly so that I can learn from their experience and avoid a similar fate. Thatās why I cringe when I hear young women dreaming of a traditional life where they put their whole lives into their husbandās hands. I want to shake them and say,Ā āDid you learn nothing from your motherās sacrifice?!?!ā
I still dream of living a fairy tale life, of growing old with my husband and being surrounded by our children, but I donāt forget the lessons of the women in my family who came before me. I have my own career, I have my own savings, I have no debt, I have maintained my health, I have maintained my own interests, and I have maintained my own social relationships. I can walk on my own two feet if I have to.
The point isnāt to not believe in fairy tales. The point is, donāt be so arrogant and naive to think that you are owed a fairy tale life. You arenāt. Work hard to build the life you want to live, but do it with your own two hands. Donāt blindly put your entire life into someone elseās basket, because itās easy for someone else to let you down.Ā Carry your own fucking basket, because you never know when youāll need to be able to walk on your own.
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