I chose to wait until I was 40 to tie the knot. It wasn’t a conscious decision; I simply felt that marrying young wasn’t for me. At 22, when a boyfriend proposed, I turned him down, craving independence and the ability to support myself more than the idea of being a wife. So I held off.
The right partner didn’t appear during my 20s or most of my 30s, whether due to mismatched compatibility or timing. I had minimal interest in parenthood; while I never explicitly stated I didn’t want kids, it wasn’t something I longed for.
As I entered my 30s, I began to fear I might end up alone, which was far from my desire. I continued to date, hoping to find love and eventually marry. That’s when I met my now ex-husband, whom I’ll refer to as Alex. By then, I was financially secure and sought a partner who was equally stable. He was a decent guy, and after a year of dating, I convinced myself I loved him. I thought our comfortable life was sufficient, ignoring the glaring issues that hinted at our impending failure.
Differences in Values
For starters, I am a black woman with liberal views, while Alex is a white man who identifies as a Republican. I have friends who are moderate Republicans, individuals who are informed and don’t rely on biased news. But Alex often cited troubling conservative commentators, like someone named Larry, who he admired simply because both were black. I tried explaining how black conservatives who support harmful Republican ideologies are not advocates for black communities, but he just didn’t get it. I brushed off these discussions, convincing myself they weren’t significant. I stayed with him.
Race was a recurring theme in our conversations. When the tragic death of Michael Brown occurred, Alex questioned why he didn’t just comply with the officer’s orders. I tried to elaborate on the historical context of policing and its roots in slavery, explaining how this affects the dynamics between law enforcement and black individuals today. Alex simply shrugged it off and reiterated his confusion about compliance. I let it slide, and I stayed—against my better judgment.
Ignoring Red Flags
There were several other issues that should have raised red flags, but I ignored them. For instance, I love to cook, while he couldn’t even manage boiling water. Some women may find this acceptable, but I had dated men who explicitly stated that cooking was exclusively a woman’s duty, and I quickly moved on from them. Alex never claimed that, but when I asked for help in the kitchen, he would reluctantly assist with half-hearted attempts. He often used the excuse that “cooking isn’t my forte,” but his love for eating contradicted that sentiment.
After we got married, I expressed a desire to travel, but Alex would claim we couldn’t afford it, which was simply untrue. When I asked if he wanted to explore internationally, he suggested there were plenty of places in the U.S. he hadn’t seen. During our nearly eight-year marriage, we never took a single trip together—my dream of traveling each year vanished until after our divorce.
Intimacy Issues
Speaking of intimacy, my sexual history before meeting Alex was vibrant, but our sexual life was lackluster. While Alex enjoyed sex, he lacked adventurousness. Our encounters rarely ventured beyond brief foreplay and standard positions, leaving me unfulfilled and frustrated. Despite discussing our desires, he remained stuck in his ways, and I eventually bought a vibrator instead of continuing to engage with him.
Alex’s relationship with his mother was another concern. He recounted stories of neglect that, if they occurred today, would likely result in severe consequences for her. He was left to fend for himself from a young age, and while I never disliked her, I felt a protective instinct toward him.
The Turning Point
Ultimately, our differences led to divorce. The turning point? Alex’s denial of racism. If he didn’t acknowledge its existence, how could he understand the pain I faced as a black woman sharing my experiences? He dismissed my struggles and never validated my feelings, which I now see as a significant factor in our relationship breakdown.
The lack of intimacy would have eventually ended the marriage too. Insufficient closeness often mirrors deeper issues, and without effective communication, we drifted apart. I felt unsupported, unheard, and unvalued. In hindsight, I realize we never truly loved each other—that’s a deal-breaker.
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Conclusion
In summary, my journey through marriage, independence, and ultimately divorce highlights the importance of compatibility, communication, and understanding in relationships.
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