I read somewhere, the only difference between a first marriage and a second is this: the second time, you know it's a gamble. You know that you just don't know.
I realize that not everyone gets a second chance. No, wait. I take that back. Many, many, many people get a second chance at marriage. Not many are given a second chance outside the bonds of their first marriage vows.
I'm not saying I would have wanted another chance. But I will say, there were times when I had lain awake wondering, "Did I marry the right person? Am I who I could be - who I could have been - if I had married someone else?"
There is ever the dilemma between one and the other. Door number one, door number two. If I choose this, maybe I could have had that. A friend of mine told me a story of her young daughters, when they were given two cupcakes. Alyssa was given first choice, but she wouldn't choose. She was already heartbroken over the wrong decision, even before she made it. Alyssa cried and cried, "I can't decide! I want the one Jordan wants!" Ever the classic problem. The only thing I want is the one thing I cannot have.
If I marry again, there are some things I will do just the same because they were so beautiful, fitting, and fun the first time around; and there are ways I will enter marriage that are different from the ways I entered at age 19.
(Only Robb knows which of the following are common denominators.)
If I marry again, I will be honest. I will enjoy being in the room with him. I will enjoy missing him. We will dream together, set our goals together, and support one another. We will choose things to have in common, like TV shows and hobbies and favorite meals. We will not be married singles. Except that in some ways, we will be married singles.
I will try new things. I will look pretty. I will trust him.
I will not question his devotion to me if he watches a baseball game on TV instead of talking intently to me without breaking eye contact. I will remember that it is not his job to be my everything. In other cultures, the men spend their days doing the things men do, completing the tasks men are called to complete, in a world that is entirely separate from the universe of women. And it's okay. It works for them. It can work for us too.
I will date him forever.
We will talk. I read about a couple who promised two things to one another each day: tell me something you remember, and tell me something new from today. I think that's brilliant. It weaves the old with the new. It gives room for us to have plenty to say or just two sentences each. It is valid and important, relevant and true.
I will ask him for what I want. I won't make him guess. I won't expect surprises.
I will be patient when we fight. I will not believe that every fight is the beginning of the end.
I will let him not like my food. It is not an extension of who I am. It is a pile of ingredients mixed together, to like or not to like.
If I marry again, I will kiss more. I will let his skin touch mine. I will let him choose my pajamas. I will delight in sharing space.
I will let him play with my hair, even if he gives me a large, frizzy do' when I have places to be and cannot hide in the privacy of my own home. I will let him.
I will keep our secrets.
I will encourage him every day.
I will write to him. Because there should be some perks to being married to a writer; some of these words should belong to him.
I will be in charge of myself, and I will give him that same respect.
And I will do my best to love him by helping him, making his life better than it would be without me.
If it ever happens again.
We were in Pastor Craigs ABF at the Akron Chapel and I have followed your blog. I am commenting for the 1st time assuming your focus is having a Christ Centered Marriage if you marry again. Some pointers from our NC Chapel pastor a few weeks ago included that we are 2 broken people needing a Savior, that our affection for our Savior outweighs affection for each other as we abide in the vine, are united in purpose and mission and love Jesus. In our 42 years of marriage this is still wise counsel.
I finally met a really great guy and this advice I'm soaking in. Thanks!
Tricia, I. Love. This. Post. Although I lost my husband to an ugly affair and a purposefully peaceful and respectful divorce instead of the tragedy you have endured, what you've said in this entry touched my heart. I'm not looking for another husband right now, and I'm not sure I ever will, but if I do I hope to remember what you've beautifully written and be ever cognisent and thankful that I got a second chance.
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you for having the courage to be so honest and vulnerable.