Is my fiancé the right man?
He's loving and kind but he's not the hero I dreamed of
Topics: Since You Asked, Love, dating, Marriage, Romance, relationships, Childbirth, infant mortality, Life News
Dear Cary,
I will be married in a few months. And until now I have this horrific, horrific doubt in my head. My fiancé is a wonderful man, Cary. He’s kind to me, he has a steady job, and he cooks dinner for me even when he is tired. Also, I got attracted to his life story. He was married before, but his wife died during childbirth, along with the child. Yet when he speaks of it, I see no trace of bitterness or anger. Not even sadness. I got attracted to the fact that here is a person, who, through the bleakest period of his life, managed to keep his sanity, his faith and his humor intact. And I can’t imagine a better partner to go through life with. He’s also very funny and charming, and I feel that he truly loves me.
Here’s the thing: I grew up with this idea of my future husband and he’s just. not. it. I grew up thinking I’d get married to a man in uniform, maybe a doctor, or lawyer, what have you. He would be witty and brilliant and also cook well. I would be the supportive wife, the wind beneath his wings.
Alas, that doesn’t seem to be the case now.
My fiancé is a wonderful man, but he’s just nowhere near my ideal man. First of all, our backgrounds are so different, socioeconomically, and he’s one of those people who are uncomfortable in social situations especially with VIPs and upper-class folk. He’s just a simple man, who’d rather stay home with the dogs. I, on the other hand, am not. In fact my job requires me to be surrounded by upper-class folk whom I genuinely genuinely like and who are genuinely nice. I’ll never be able to attend corporate dinners or social dinners with my husband by my side. But I will get to go home to a lovely husband and a lovely home that smells of pot roast in the oven. Secondly, I am the one who makes more money, and this shift in gender roles is something I’m unprepared for. It’s not a deal breaker, but it’s something that I am still grappling with. He’s not a lazy bum, though, so what now?
There are days I want to kick myself for being so shallow. I tell myself, he’s a good man, a kind man and many women would absolutely kill to have him. I also tell myself another thing, that at my age, and with my quirks, and with my relatively checkered past (I’ve slept around, dated married men, nothing too criminal, but still) and my history of not attracting men, I should just shut up and be thankful someone wants to spend the rest of his life with me. But there’s still part of me that thinks, what if … what if … what if.
Cary Tennis writes Salon's advice column and leads writing workshops and retreats.
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