I envy those who marry for love – I really do, but despite the almost universal consensus of feel-good books and movies, I actually see it so seldom. I only personally know of two couples who did it – and in one case, it was his fourth attempt, and her second – although, after more than ten years, it seems to be working.
My 35-year-old, divorced Mother returned to our home town. Quite soon, friends and family introduced her to a 28-year-old bachelor from a nearby town – because they both needed to be married. There was some respect and admiration, but it was several years before they learned to live as a unit. There were some sharp points that never got filed off.
Her younger, fail-to-launch brother lived at home until their parents both died, and he inherited the house. Then, he needed someone to cook and clean. The same group found him a war-widow from the same town as my Dad. Their marriage lasted many years, but could best be described as an alcohol-soaked armed truce.
At least my 16-year-old sister waited until she married her hard-drinking, partier boyfriend, before she started popping out babies. My brother quietly married his girlfriend shortly after they found that she was pregnant. She waited till he went to work one Friday, and moved herself, their two high school-aged daughters, and almost all the furniture, out.
With my low-level autism/Aspergers, I didn’t (and don’t) catch social cues well. In retrospect, I think there were a couple of females who made overtures, but I was not socially, emotionally, or financially ready for marriage. If I’d got some girl pregnant, we’d have wound up living in a dead-end small town, with me working at a gas station, as my brother did for a while.
I absorbed as much education/training as I could, and got my first real, full-time job, before I married the first woman who seemed willing to put up with me. This was the one who bragged to the neighbors that she married a smart man, because smart men made more money – enough to support her in the style that she wished to become accustomed to. This was a socio-economic pact, similar to Middle Ages marriage contracts. I do something for her, and our growing family, and she does something for me and the kids.
Her older siblings all seemed to have moved out and got married to escape an arrogant, overbearing, abusive, Catholic-crazy father. Of the eight siblings, only one couple ever seemed to show true love and affection. The rest were all the result of social expectation and financial support. Romance did not seem to be in common supply.




