Bride – Child

Marge's Horse Sketch

Marge’s Horse Sketch

Horses are beautiful animals.  How useful they were to the human race for travel, farming, hunting, making war, racing, etc. As a boy, I remember them still being used as work animals, primarily for plowing, harrowing and otherwise tending to the crops of local farmers, and homeowners with an acre or two behind the house;  their home garden. Now they are a luxury for the well-to-do, animal lovers, and of, course, young girls. Marge, as did many young girls and women, became infatuated with horses. She left some of her drawings and sketches of horses from her childhood.  One of them is right above us now.

I don’t know the date of this sketch but I would guess somewhere  midway through elementary school.  I think it is quite clever.  I would not have thought of drawing a horse using my name, and certainly could not carry out the task if I did think of it.

I also think that this drawing is symbolic of Marge and her emotional self, rather closed. One of Marge’s roommates at Syracuse Univ. shared some comments with me about Marge.  She described Marge as being gracious and reserved, perhaps a bit shy.  Not that I was Mr. Congeniality or Sports Hero then myself, being reserved and studious, as was Marge.  Perhaps this reserve was a potential problem for our relationship with each other, particularly after we married and were no longer students.

Marge did leave behind a letter written to a friend of hers in October, 1970.  She and this friend talked about their relationships with their husbands  earlier in the summer .  I copy an abridged part of this letter:  “Well, I finally  got to where I can admit to a fear, unreasonable as it is, which comes between me and Bob and it is all on my part. There is something in me which is scared to death to let Bob in. The two of us should become one, in that mysterious way, and yet by my fearful reserving of this part of myself, I cannot.  I am afraid to let go of myself for fear I would be lost.  I don’t know how to handle this now. ..I want to be known, to be open,  to be free…. I do, and don’t know how.”

My therapist and I have spent a lot of time discussing the relationship of Marge and I.  Her summary conclusion at our last session was that I had married a child, a very vulnerable child.  I value her comments and yet I was not quite ready to accept this  at the moment.  I do not think I am obsessing about the past.  Figuring out how things work has always been part of my make-up; who I am and how I deal with life as it moves along. I keep picking away, trying this, trying that until I think I understand.

With extra thought, and recollection, this conclusion has made sense to me.  It has been a long time since I have had any children of my own, or even a grandchild, but I do remember some things about when I did.  I am probably over generalizing, but children want to have their needs met.  Not only the biological needs of eating sleeping, keeping warm and dry, not hurting,  but also emotional needs.  These include being loved, being safe and secure, not neglected, even adored .  The flip side of this is what they do if these needs are not met.  At first, they cry and show us their distress vocally.  As they grow, they develop their repertoire of behaviors such as becoming petulant and rejecting as well as having tantrums. Should you have, or have had children, I am sure you can add to  the list.

After marriage, Marge turned into another person that I had not known. .  She became hostile toward me, retreated into the fantasy world of paperback mystery novels, and did throw tantrums.  I can remember her blowing up like a volcano, even throwing something toward me.  Not all the time of course, but often enough to trouble me. Others noticed this resentment as well.  We both went to visit Cornwall before my Air Guard unit  deployed.   Marge told me later that her Mom had said “You should be nicer to Bob, he might not come back.”

I did not understand where all these negative emotions came from.  So what did I do?  I distanced myself from her to get away from these outbursts.  In retrospect, this very likely added to Marge’s distress and we augured ourselves further down.   I now believe that Marge had some need(s) that she expected marriage to resolve.  I didn’t meet them and she became more angry and distant.  Even more than 10 years after our marriage, as her comments above show, she had a deep-seated fear of letting me get too close. At the same time, as she said she wanted to have that mysterious unity of being not two but one, yet not knowing how.

As for myself, as I read some of the notes and letters that I wrote to her, I sound very superficial and uncaring.  I don’t believe I was, but I did not usually express how deeply I did care for her, and love her.  I was not very good at expressing myself either personally or in writing.  I am sure this did not help. Looking back, I think we both expected that mutual love and affection would just drop in place, by magic, after we said “I Do.” Neither of us understood the hard work ahead for each of us.

Bear with me as we jump forward in time to September 2012. This really does tie some concepts together. Marge was physically quite ill but alert mentally. We both knew the end was near and accepted this as fact. The positive value of this time was that we were able to reminisce about our life together. Often this took the form of one of us saying something such as “Remember when you wanted to do something or other and I refused, well I was wrong.” Then the other of us would say something similar. We were clearing the slate while we still could. At one point our dialogue went something like this:

Me: Marge, one thing I still don’t understand is that it seemed to me that after we married, you changed almost overnight from being sweet and loving to being angry with me. What had I done wrong?

Marge: You were not giving me attention.

Me: Marge, we weren’t students any more. I was struggling to make my way in a company I didn’t like and coping with the bureaucracy and departmental politicking. I had a bill from my school loan to pay, and paid for your tuition for the courses you were able to take. Then you became pregnant and we took parenting classes so we could be good parents. A year after we married, I went on active duty, I took a 75% cut in pay, and was in France for a year but at least was able to come home for 2 weeks after Ingrid was born. On discharge, we had to start all over again, this time with a lovely daughter. We were a family, not just a couple. I really thought I was doing the best I could being a husband, father, and a reliable provider.

Marge: This is the first time you ever told me anything like this.

True enough, I hadn’t. Marge, as the vulnerable child, wanted more affirmation and affection than I had provided. I did love her and believed I was showing it.  Now I see what was really important to her, not just the nuts and bolts, the meat and potatoes of married life, but the attention she needed, and I just did not understand.

This dread of loss and being alone Marge feared may have come from her childhood relationship with her father. Marge was born at the end of 1939 and the US declared war in 1941. Her father was a career Army officer. He served abroad for the entire war. He did get some leave home on occasion and Marge had pleasant memories of this. He did get through the war, but Marge did not spend her early formative years with a caring Dad due to WWII. I think that in a way, like the families of so many men in the military, Marge was a war casualty as well.

I thought long ago we were making some headway with our first family therapist, Mr. Woolrich, but Marge shut down when questioned about her father. I will never know why with certainty and it really does not matter. What happened, happened. We did not grow up in perfect families and were not perfect people ourselves. I think I have a better understanding of what had happened in our life together and that is enough. It is OK. We eventually got through our distress and stayed together. I think that says something positive about each of us, and of us as a couple.

What caused this vulnerability and fear of being lost?  I don’t know. It was obviously part of Marge long before we met.  It was something she was trying to deal with herself.  She wouldn’t let me get too close to her, and if she had, I probably would have been found wanting, unable to help.  Perhaps, just maybe, that is why Marge left these letters and personal documents for me to find after she died. I will never know if this belief is 100% true, but it feels, subjectively, close.I have attempted to merge her writing into mine. I think that I learned enough from the parts of our lives be satisfied. I have picked away at elements in this story and they fit close enough for me to quit.  Not perfectly of course, but close enough to say “done.”

It is time for me to move along and accept the past as being just that. Past, done, completed.

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About R. F.

I am a Professional Engineer who spent my working life in the electric utility industry. images vary from time to time
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8 Responses to Bride – Child

  1. ingridmg2014 says:

    Thanks for another heartfelt post, Dad. It reminds me of the book, “The Five Love Languages.” I know I told you & Mom about it when I was reading it. The idea behind the book is that people have different ways of expressing love and wanting to receive love. If two people in a relationship are not on the same page with their “love language” then the message may not get through regardless of how loving the people are in their hearts. You were expressing love to Mom and us girls by being a good provider and learning how to be a good parent but Mom spoke a different “language.” Maybe she wanted more quality time with you or physical affection. I don’t know.

    I do agree that it says a lot about both of you that you stayed together even though it was tough at times. Thanks so much for providing a stable, loving family life for Louise and me. And I’m glad that you and Mom had a chance to heal at least some of the old wounds before she died.

    P. S. – Thanks for sharing the horse drawing! I love it!

    • Bob says:

      I have the book on my Kindle, my therapist reminded me of it quite a while ago. It seemed a bit superficial at first, but you are absolutely correct, maybe I should re-read it with that in mind. And you are very welcome for the horse drawing. I thought it apropos of Marge, as well as a nice graphic for the post.

  2. Allan T. says:

    HI Robert, as I stated before, I don’t know if the stories of a Marriage are always similar, but again we Janice & I, we had a deep misunderstanding of what our family life was like. Where mine was rather close knit, and we enjoyed each other’s company; I learned( after being hard headed) that Janice family life/wants /needs were different. She only wanted to be away from an abusive Mother & Father, and although either she could not express those feelings or I refused to understand them, I kept bringing them together. But, I did learn how they were from first hand experience; so I was able to “cut the ties” with them. As we progressed along, things/life together became better, but I still never seemed get over how much I shunned / didn’t understand Janice’s feelings.
    I am also glad that so much was settled between both of you.
    Allan & Janice

    • Bob says:

      Thanks again Allan, With marge, I think the issue was that her Dad was in the WWII when she was developing, and when he returned the family dynamics had changed as lot, as they still do for returning service men and their families. Her parents ended up divorcing when marge was in H.S, so she was a victim of circumstances, as I said a victim of the War as well.

  3. Scott Hammond says:

    Hey Uncle Bob!! I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re doing a wonderful job on 55 years together. By the way, I hope that writing this is something Aunt Marge would have wanted! Hee! Hee! Hee! I look forward to your comments, reflections and memories! Talking about Syracuse Univ. certainly brings back memories for me. I started to type some stuff, but thought maybe I should continue this online in another forum or on telephone. It involves other people who are still alive and I don’t want anyone getting angry with me. Know what I mean? Oh well. Thanks again for writing and God Bless You. Love, Scott.

    • Bob says:

      Well, I am glad you like my posts. I still remember moving you and your Mom to Syracuse after the divorce. In 1975 maybe? And I am sensitive to the issue of mentioning peoples names when they end up in the “cloud” as with a blog. I am going to keep writing but little or none of this psychological analysis stuff. Uncle Bob

  4. Louise says:

    I think you have gotten to a reasonable explanation of why things were the way they were. I found your description of you and Mom “clearing the slate” very touching. I suppose one of the things that is a blessing is that you did have the time and the inclination to do that and to consequently get closer together at the end. Thank you for sharing this and for posting that great drawing too.

    • Bob says:

      Thanks Louise, we were what we were, not perfect people, but not imperfect either. Just humans with our own strengths and weaknesses. I think Ingrid might be on to something with the “Love Languages” reference. it might have been a starting point. you are very welcome for he drawing on this post. It seemed appropriate.

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