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How to Know if You’ve Married the Wrong Person

When my first marriage failed, I wanted desperately to fall in love and start again. I wanted to show my princess-obsessed little girls that lasting love was possible; that their romantic dreams could come true. That my romantic dreams could come true.

When I met Mark, the man who is now my second husband, I was optimistic. He meets my propensity for anxiety with a proclivity for deep calm. He told me that he wanted to dedicate the second half of his life to romance. I was sold.

Four years after we met, we married. It was something I had to talk Mark into; going through a divorce is hard, and neither of us were eager to go through that again.

Although I didn’t see it then, I wanted to marry Mark in part because I didn’t want to raise my kids alone. It was so much more fun to have an adult to talk to at night. In virtually every area of my life, having a partner felt so much better than the prospect of being alone.

(Note: Originally, I had writtencould it have been almost any partner?” above, because when you are a single parent, almost anything seems better than being alone. But upon further reflection, I’ve realized that it’s not at all true that almost anyone would do. I was a romantic, remember, and idealistic, and so I set a super high bar for husband #2. I found someone who was, and still is, everything I was looking for.)

I also married Mark, though I was not aware that I was doing this, in an attempt to preserve (or maybe resurrect) those feelings of being adored which were the hallmark of our early relationship. No one was a bigger champion of me (or my work) than him. For the first year that we were together, he gushed over me in a way that only my grandmother had done before. It felt great.

But then it turned out that romance wasn’t really his thing. And so I attempted to bring back — and make permanent — that feeling of being wildly in love by talking him into getting married. Nothing could be more romantic than a wedding and a honeymoon; nothing, in theory, could make our relationship more permanent than marriage.

This is obviously faulty logic. There was, of course, no actual connection between the feelings I wanted to resurrect and the institution of marriage. Indeed, as Alain de Botton has so wisely written, even though we attempt to use marriage to “make nice feelings permanent,”

“marriage tends decisively to move us onto another, very different and more administrative plane, which perhaps unfolds in a suburban house, with a long commute and maddening children who kill the passion from which they emerged. The only ingredient in common is the partner. And that might have been the wrong ingredient to bottle.”

Marriage did move us onto a decisively different plane, complete with a move to the suburbs and the ensuing long commute. Three of our teenagers decided to live full-time with us (the fourth goes to boarding school). This was a departure from the week-on, week-off custody arrangements we were used to. Mark and I lost all the alone-time we had as a couple, but our family life blossomed. I thrived in a house full of teenagers.

Without the time to ourselves we were used to — and with some significant family stressors hammering away at us — Mark and I started operating a little more like middle-aged business partners than twenty-somethings in love. It became unclear to me how people with teenagers underfoot could ever have sex without the constant (and libido-killing) threat of interruption. An unending family feud about how to load our new dishwasher developed.

Recently, in the midst of the still-ongoing dishwasher feud, dozens of text messages deep into an argument about why it is idiotic/wasteful to rinse dishes before loading them into the dishwasher, I realized: Once again, I have married the wrong person.

How to know if you, too, have married the wrong person

Do you sometimes have a sinking feeling that you did not marry “the one”? Is near-perfect compatibility not often evident? Perhaps you have married a person with whom the sex is not always frequent, passionate, and surprising. Or maybe your spouse’s blind adoration seems to be fading; or the two of you sometimes feel contempt or defensiveness in the face of each other’s “helpful” feedback. Perhaps one or both of you are prone to criticism. Or are there things you’d (justifiably) like to change about your spouse?

If that all sounds familiar, you have likely married the wrong person.

That’s okay: We all marry the wrong person. Or, perhaps more worryingly, we marry people for reasons that don’t really pan out over the long haul.

To get through this ordeal of being married to someone who is not perfect for us, we must abandon our romantic ideals. Again, the brilliant de Botton, who writes that we mustn’t abandon our flawed spouses, but instead jettison “the Romantic idea upon which the Western understanding of marriage has been based the last 250 years: that a perfect being exists who can meet all our needs and satisfy our every yearning.”

It’s no small feat for me to let go of this cultural ideal; for many decades it has housed my most cherished hopes and dreams. In middle school I started fantasizing about having a man to “stop the world and melt with,” thanks to Modern English, and despite no lasting evidence that such a person existed, I have never really stopped awaiting his arrival.

It’s not that I haven’t been in love: I have. I am in love with my husband now. But every time I wish he was different than he actually is — every time I wish he would do, say, or be something that he isn’t — it’s as though I’m expecting him to be someone else. It’s as though Prince Charming could be just around the bend, if only…

It’s this gap between expectation and reality that generates all of life’s disappointments. We human beings have a wonderful capacity to create rich fantasies. But when we expect our reality to match a fantasy and life doesn’t deliver what we imagined it would — it’s hard to feel anything other than cheated. 

The truth is not very appealing: There is no prince in shining armor coming to save me from my loneliness and anxiety, to rescue me from my feelings of inadequacy. It begs hard questions: Can I consistently feel grateful for what I do have, rather than disappointed in what I don’t? Can I let go of my attachment to a cultural idea that is, quite literally, a fairy tale?

In truth, I don’t really want to let go of my romantic fantasies. I like them. They are like the promise of an amazing meal or unforgettable vacation.

As if he knew that I’ve been thinking about all this, the other day in the car Mark asked me if I’d marry him again, knowing what I know now. Actually, he didn’t ask so much as he asserted, with good humor, that he knew I wouldn’t marry him again. “You’d marry someone more spiritual,” he declared. “And more emotionally expressive. Someone younger.”

“I would choose you, I insisted, and not just because I don’t like to be told what I do and don’t like. In my heart I knew it was true: I would marry him again and again, even now that I know that marriage is not necessarily easier or more pleasant than being alone, even accepting that marriage does not have any power to transport us back into a state of romantic bliss.

I know now that no actual human being can ever measure up to the romantic fantasy of a soulmate. Mark might be imperfect (and imperfect-for-me), but I am also highly imperfect, and as such, imperfect for him. It’s such a fair match.

It’s clear that all along I’ve been asking the wrong question. “Are you the right person for me?” leads only to stress and judgement and suffering.

Determining the rightness of a match between ourselves and another is a fundamentally flawed enterprise, because nothing outside of ourselves — nothing we can buy, achieve, and certainly no other person — can fix our brokenness, can bring us the lasting joy that we crave.

A more empowering — and more deeply romantic — question is: Am I the right person for you?

A more constructive (and potentially satisfying) proposition is to ask: Can I accommodate your imperfections with humor and grace?

Can I tolerate your inability to read my mind and make everything all-better?

Can I negotiate our disagreements with love and intelligence? Without losing myself to fear and emotion?

Am I willing to do the introspective work required of marriage? Can I muster the self-awareness needed to keep from driving you away?

Do I think I am brave enough to continue loving you, despite your flaws, and, more importantly, despite mine?

I do.

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  • Wendy Ireland

    I love this article. You are very brave for writing about it. I think that many of us give into the notion of a soulmate, and romance = compatible, and disagreement = incompatible. What are each of us willing to work at in a partnership? Tough stuff. Thank you.

  • “Can I accommodate your imperfections with humor and grace?

    Can I tolerate your inability to read my mind and make everything all-better?

    Can I negotiate our disagreements with love and intelligence? Without losing myself to fear and emotion?

    Am I willing to do the introspective work required of marriage? Can I muster the self-awareness needed to keep from driving you away?

    Do I think I am brave enough to continue loving you, despite your flaws, and, more importantly, despite mine?”

    Magic questions Christine. Thank you.

    • Kathleen Heneghan


  • Sofia

    Long marriages go in *cycles*, ups & downs. I can say from (so far) a 34 year marriage, that some of the (so-called) “requirements” you fully let go of are in retrospect some of the very best things you can *lose*. By losing them, you *GAIN* so much more over the long years of the marriage. It took me a long time to realize that the expectations of marrying a person *because of course they can and will CHANGE to suit you” is not at all the way life works, is false. Marry someone while acknowledging to yourself this person IS this way and will not change. This is how this person IS. This person was NOT created for my purposes. This person was created to live fully *their true self*. As I was *also*.

    • Christine Carter

      This is such a wise perspective! Really wish this was something we learned as kids.