+1 But I didn't marry the first type of guy. I knew what I wanted before my first marriage and found it. There is benefit to marrying later (I was 27) and living together. (We didn't officially live together because our parents were too religious, so we just payed twice as much rent as we should have for 3 years). |
But see, liking or getting along with someone doesn't mean life is simpler with them in it. I like my stepsiblings just fine, for example, but all of our family occasions now need to be planned with them and their spouses and children taken into account. I'm fine with this, but it's not simpler. Not for them either. |
Simpler isn't always better.
My parents divorced and both remarried when I was a kid. Life got much more complicated. But I got two great stepparents out of the deal, and two much happier parents. |
And you need to be the one taking everyone into account right? Wrong. Here's the dirty little secret: no one will die if you don't do all the things. Either someone will step up, or they won't, but it doesn't have to be you. Maybe you love it! I did, for years. I felt like the glue; essential. But when the complete lack of respect for me as a person became impossible to ignore, I resigned from the role of planner/ executor/ errand fairy/ trauma dumpster, and no one died. Now there's someone asking what he can do for me, how he can take care of me, what I need. Not giving me a laundry list of what he needs from me. After years of being the wife/ mother/ daughter/ daughter-in-law, it's downright intoxicating. My kids love seeing it, and I actually think it's been a good object lesson for them. You need to take care of the people who take care of you. You have the right to be taken care of. |
But you still want everyone to accommodate your remarriage, right? |