Today there is a new marital scenario that centers on women who feel less than whole, women who are discovering that they too want something “more.” Influenced by the feminist movement, women are becoming increasingly assertive, and their demands are causing additional problems for the American male at a time when he may feel that coping with his own mid-life turmoil is quite enough.
Today women are insisting on having their needs and desires satisfied in totally new ways, and they arc doing so in unprecedented numbers, with unprecedented force. Even in their forties women arc throwing down the gauntlet. They are saying, “Don’t put me down” or “Stop criticizing me” or “Don’t treat me like a child.” They are insisting that their men be more passionate lovers, more affectionate mates, more giving fathers. They are pushing them into marital or psychiatric counseling, marching them to sex clinics, and pursuing extramarital affairs for their own pleasure. They are forcing their husbands to grow emotionally—or else.
Today women arc leaving home to travel, lecture, attend conventions, find a job, resume their education—or enjoy time alone. They arc asking for separations to “do their own thing.” They are initiating divorces because they are unhappy, or want their freedom, or simply no longer wish to be married. And they arc doing so without another man waiting in the wings, and despite their inexperience as wage earners. Some women are giving their husbands custody of the children. Other women are leaving their families to join the swelling tide of “runaway wives.”
Today women are risking themselves and their marriages for what they want, and their grown-up growth spurts are challenging many an astonished husband. The first dislocation that seems to threaten the male often occurs when a woman moves into the world of work, no matter how slight her first step. Though a husband may couch his objections in reasonable terms, his opposition may actually be quite arbitrary.
“A lot of guys resent losing the service,” observes Dr. Ian Alger. “They are so tyrannical and used to being served that they hate making it possible for somebody else to live a little more fully.”
Or a man may be afraid that once his wife enters the larger world, a whole Pandora’s box will burst open and she’ll go wild sexually. Alger tells of a professor who sought therapy because he felt anxious about his wife’s returning to school. Since she was meeting more people and forming new friendships, he was convinced she would soon start having affairs—and he would lose her. But after he worked through his own insecurity, the marriage actually improved. “When he stopped pressing her and just let her be as free as she wanted, she felt much closer to him,” says Alger.
Many comparable situations are not resolved as happily. The issue of a woman’s infidelity is still an inflammatory one for men who have the “good girl/bad girl” syndrome embedded in their psyche. Determined that their wife be forever monogamous, they become outraged if she is not. When a man’s sense of being violated is so intense that he is unable to surmount his anger, a woman’s infidelity can become the trigger event that destroys the marriage. As an example, Beth and Ernie are divorcing after sixteen years of marriage primarily because of his horrid reaction to her brief affair. Beth describes what happened:
Ernie was from a lower-middle-class Jewish family, and became an executive who moved up very fast—and that kind of scared him. He was vice president of one of the largest furniture companies in the country. But he was so intent on earning money and being successful that he would just come home and collapse. There was nothing left.
I’ve never had a career, but I was always doing something. T worked in an office, and a nursery school, and I studied dancing and singing and acting. I was constantly going to classes. Gradually the marriage bit got very boring, and I was very unhappy. Our sexual relationship had been pretty good when we first got married, but then life got to be such a bore that the sex wasn’t very exciting.
I had an old boyfriend who kept reappearing in my life, and I finally decided to have an affair with him. I had fantasized this mad, passionate affair and built up a big thing in my mind. And then T saw him twice—and I was sorry I had bothered with it. What I wanted was some intellectual companionship and a change from a boring marriage, but that wasn’t it—and I didn’t pursue it.
But I told Ernie about it. Kind of as a danger signal. “Look at what’s happening!” It shook him up tremendously, and that is what started the ball rolling.
Within a month—although I didn’t find out about it until later—he started sleeping with a young hat-check girl. That summer I went to Spain to study dancing for a few weeks, and when he came to meet me I barely recognized him. He had gained forty-two pounds, and he was very distressed and upset. He told me about this girl, and said he was going to leave me. That it was all over! And I was just in a state of shock. We spent a month together in Europe, but it was really bad. He was drinking most of the time, and I just couldn’t respond to him. We had no sex at all during that time.
Anyway, when we got home I became very sick. I got a period that didn’t go away and an inflamed ovary, and I was bedridden. He stayed with me for about seven weeks, and it was terrible. We hardly spoke, and he was running back and forth between me and this girl. And I was bleeding all the time, and terrified.
He said to me, “I’ll never love anyone the way I love you. But I can’t go on in a marriage where I’m constantly worrying that you’re going to find someone else and run off.” And I said, “Ernie, I’ll never forgive you if you leave me like this. I love you and I care about you—but that will be a breach that can never be repaired.”
But he said he couldn’t help it. He was so insecure about me that when I had first told him about having the affair, he had said he was going to kill himself. Imagine—because I slept with somebody twice! I don’t believe for a minute that he really meant it, but he just couldn’t deal with the whole issue. He couldn’t cope with it.
I think he had arrived at a point in his life where he had to take care of himself—no matter what was happening to me. He just had to get away for his own survival. He was at a stage where he suddenly didn’t know what was happening anymore. He was re-evaluating.
And of course I couldn’t understand it then, and I still react to it emotionally.
We’ve been separated for six months now, and Ernie comes to see me and our daughter once or twice a week. He cries, and tells me that he’s a fat old man. Old—at thirty-nine! But he won’t really talk to me. He says his life is miserable, that he’s sick, he can’t sleep. He’s not concentrating on his work the way he should, and his business is suffering tremendously. He’s totally disoriented.
All he says is that he wants to live peacefully, and he doesn’t want any pressure. So after we get divorced, he’ll probably get married again and live a quiet kind of life. But I don’t have very much hope for him in the sense that he’s going to open up. Or change.
Ernie’s reaction is not unique. All hell is likely to break loose because of a woman’s infidelity when a man has not yet matured emotionally. Stuck in old insecurities, Ernie was so tightly controlled, his feelings so deeply suppressed, that he couldn’t even express his rage appropriately. Terrified of facing painful emotions, or engaging in open conflict, he simply withdrew from the relationship. In turn, despite his having found a new girlfriend, he became increasingly despondent, developed physical symptoms, and finally sunk into a kind of muted despair.
Now on the verge of divorce at forty, Peter K. tells an even more melodramatic tale of a break-up caused by a husband’s inability to forgive his wife’s adultery. Unlike Ernie, Peter handled repressed feelings by exploding. Equally damaging and equally immature, his style was to rage, shout, and bully like a self-indulgent child. The trouble began shortly after he and his wife moved to Darien, Connecticut, having been married thirteen years. Tt was a big jump for them. Peter had just been promoted to sales manager for a chemical company; and Jill, who had done some art work earlier, was now in search of a career. She began designing desk accessories and trying to sell them, an effort that upset him:
She was calling up people for help—always men. And her work was thrusting her into the creative world of New York City, into a man’s world. I’m just a pragmatic businessman, and I always had a strong insecurity that I wasn’t the artistic, creative type I thought she preferred. I really felt threatened.
Several months later, Peter discovered that Jill was having an affair. His fury and condemnation set them both on an increasingly destructive course, as he explains:
I caught her in some outright lies—and she’s not a very good liar. When I stepped on her and sort of browbeat her, she finally admitted she’d been seeing someone, and that she was in love with him. I got very upset but reacted fairly normally by saying, “Bullshit! You’re not going to see him anymore. You’re going to cut it out!” As I said I was going to be very ugly about it if it continued. I guess I was sufficiently angry to make the point, and so she said she wouldn’t see him anymore. It stopped soon after that.
During our marriage I had been Joe Straight all the way. I was satisfied with our sex life at home, and though I traveled a lot T wouldn’t go down to the bar and see what developed. It was a lot easier not to try than to risk being rejected.
Anyway, after I found out about her affair, things were very tense for about eight months, and there were a lot of recriminations. We sort of coexisted. Jill would never say she was sorry—and that really bothered me. Her explanation was that I drove her into the affair because of my insensitivity to her needs in the way I treated her. In that respect a lot of what she says is probably true, because I was very much a male chauvinist.
We probably should have gone to see someone about working on thd marriage—but we didn’t. I wish, in retrospect, that T could have been that grown-up about it. But I was very immature. I had always trusted her, and I took it very personally. T couldn’t understand how she could do it—and I was very vengeful.
Their unresolved tensions soon led to a brief separation, a tenuous reconciliation, then another separation a year later. Despite having now begun his own affair, Peter started spying on his wife and discovered that she too had a lover. “I confronted her with it and really blew my cork,” he recalls. “I said I was through and wanted a divorce.”
Their situation then became desperate. Jill went into a depression and begged Peter to come back. After another unsatisfactory reconciliation, she attempted suicide and had to be hospitalized. Though she was treated successfully with shock therapy, Peter was unable to surmount his sense of self-righteous indignation. “She went into the hospital saying / was wonderful and she was wrong,” he remarks. “But she came out as if nothing had happened, and she hadn’t done anything wrong. I was flabbergasted and became terribly antagonistic. From then on it was downhill all the way.”
During the next year they tried going to a marriage counselor, but too much damage had been done, and so they finally decided to divorce. In retrospect, Peter still cannot understand Jill’s need to grow on her own terms, unrelated to him, although he recognizes how he himself has changed:
When T look back and try to sec what happened, knowing a little bit more about myself now, T think we both satisfied some neurotic need in each other—and as long as that was in balance we could continue being “the happy couple.” T think moving to Darien and my starting to be successful upset the balance. It made Jill feel insecure and in need of a career. And I think she had the affair because I started developing some confidence in myself.
She thinks I treated her very badly, but most of it goes back to a period when I admit T was being a shit. I wasn’t doing it intentionally, but T didn’t know any better. I didn’t start to grow up until I was thirty-five. And yet I still want to be married to the person I originally married. And T still feel deep down if she could just straighten herself out we could have a great life together.
I’m just happy I found out that I was heading down the wrong path—a path of more of the same. More attempts to be successful, more competition, more anxiety. But no goals and no self-awareness. Somewhere along the line I lost a lot of my ambition. Maybe I suddenly realized that without a family, what the hell does money and position mean? I was success-oriented, but I didn’t have any goals. I still don’t, but I’m hoping to find some.
One of the things that has changed is that for the first time in my life I feel I have friends. Before I just had people I was friendly with. Now I have close relationships—male and female. And it’s a genuine interest and caring, which at this stage of my life is very important to me.
I don’t think people ever really mature until they’ve had some hard times. Now I feel as if I’ve been going through a soap opera for the last five years. And I think all the pain has caused me to grow and to change.
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