A very good friend recently asked me, seeing as I’ve been single for a while now, if I intend to ever get married again. You have to love a friend that feels secure enough to ask that kind of a question… especially when said friend also knows she will get the brutally honest truth in response. I hadn’t really thought about it, actually, but I had an answer. Of course I did, right?!
Here’s the deal: I want to say that I will never get married again until my kids are, at the very least, out of high school (if ever). I want to say that, but I can’t predict the future. The title of this post serves as a preemptive reminder to never say “never”… that way I will never have to say “never” again. Got it?
Why would I not want to get married again? There are reasons. Yes, I’m going to tell you. One reason is reasonably unselfish (sort of). The other one is pure selfishness (at least I can admit it). Let’s face it; there are only two categories of marriageable men out there for me: 1) The man who has never been married or who is divorced but who NEVER had children and 2) The man who has never been married or who is divorced but who DOES have children. Quite obviously, the operative word in both of those categories is “children.” I know what you’re thinking (she says in her best Magnum P.I. narrative style), “What the hell, Beth? You have your own kids.” Indeed, I do.
“Let me 'splain… No, there is too much. Let me sum up.” ~Princess Bride, Film (1987)
Who am I to deny a man having his own kids? I have my children. I love my children, but I made sure a long time ago that I would never bear another child. In fact, I had to make sure twice. (Long story. Not elaborating. Yes, it is probably what you are thinking.) Also, I am not adopting any children. I know that seems terribly hypocritical seeing as I am … oh … adopted. The point is that my boys are 14 and 9 in age now. This is a good thing. Baby? Toddler? Pre-schooler? Not for me. Not now. Thank you very much. I know there are men out there who think they don’t want children. Marrying one, however, is risky. What if he changes his mind (and the odds that he eventually would do just that are remarkably high)? Divorce. Again. Meh. Why set myself up for that?
I am not Carol Brady. This is not the Brady Bunch.
The ‘Yours, Mine and Ours’ concept = STRESS!
1) I will be 43 years old when my youngest graduates from high school. That’s young. I intend to make up for my twenty-something years. Why marry a man who has his own children that are younger than or near the same age as my children and deny myself those years of freedom that I’m ready to have? Told you: Selfish. 2) I have been the disciplinarian for my guys since they were born. I don’t know how I would handle someone else stepping in to help me or how I would handle blending discipline styles. Scary stuff. 3) Confession: I generally dislike other people’s children. I know. That’s terrible. There you go.
(*) The one noticeable exception is the man who has children… but they are already out of the house. This scenario is doable, but point #2 still applies.
Never will I marry a man who has not had his own children?
Never will I marry a man who has children?
Never say never.
There is a quote from the movie ‘Meet Joe Black’ directly relating to love and relationships. It lives in the back of my mind constantly… further reminder of how dangerous the word “never” can be when one is hypothesizing about one’s own future:
“You never know. Lightning could strike.”
Never Say Never Again
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