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Marianne Eileen Wardle's avatar

I remember a wife at church being enraged at her husband refusing to promise that he would never cheat. He always responded that the minute you mature that guarantee you take it for granted and stop trying. He promised he would always TRY to put her and the family first.

I knew him first and best--I'd worked closely alongside him as a missionary. I loved him like a brother because I had brothers and one was a missionary when I was. We met again a few years after missions and phoned a few times but never dated. He was on a wife guy track, and I was headed for a PhD.

I met his wife when they moved to where I was in grad school for him to get an MBA. He went to school full time. She didn't work; she was trying to get pregnant and then stay pregnant. She had a grad degree and a past career, but in her Mormon upbringing that had been only time-filler while she waited to marry. I liked her very much. She believed that vegetables were best in cream sauces, pretzel jello salad was salad, and sticky buns were dinner rolls (all in the same meal). She was enacting Mormon motherhood with ferocity long before she was a mother.

I knew too much about their marriage in the early months. She liked me very much as well, but also seemed to need some reassuring that I was not "the one that got away." I was never going to be a Mormon wife, although I did not know it at that time, I suspected it, and unconsciously engineered my life to avoid it.

She had told me about his refusal to promise when I picked her up one night to go eat cake. He told me when I brought her home that he felt that once someone promises they take for granted the work needed to sustain a healthy marriage and he'd seen too many guys phoning it in. I didn't understand why she was so upset and couldn't understand his point of view. I knew the likelihood of him cheating was extremely low. He was a Wife Guy before that was a thing we labeled.

Your analysis here explains exactly why. Her entire identity at that point was being The Wife. Any threat to that was existential. Once she had a baby we stopped being friends. I was in the angsty part of my PhD and she was swallowed up by the young moms at church. I had other mom friends who were staying home and raising kids while husbands finished grad programs and launched careers, but none had worked so hard to jettison their education and former careers to flatten themselves into The Wife as she had.

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Jason Kerr's avatar

“In my experience, forgiveness requires a rising agent.” ☠️

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