Mr. Geeky and I have been married for almost 17 years.  We’ve been together as a couple for over 20 years.  When we hit the 2 year mark, I marveled.  It was the longest relationship I’d ever been in.  Every other relationship lasted around 1.5 years, and in many cases much less.  Our relationship certainly hasn’t been perfect over those 20 years.  We’ve had fights.  We’ve had doubts.  We’ve had boredom.  We haven’t always had enough romance or time. But it’s lasted anyway.  Even in our relationship’s darkest moments, I’ve always assumed we’d stick it out.  I really have imagined splitting–one of us leaves–and I can never imagine it to its conclusion because it seems so unlikely.  We’re in this for the long haul.  That whole “for better or worse” thing really has applied.

The NY Times had an article Friday about The Sustainable Marriage.  There was no talk about “date nights” or daily rituals designed to keep a marriage alive.  Instead, the key ingredient involved personal growth, the ability of each partner to contribute to each other’s continued development as a person.  When I read that, I knew that’s what our key ingredient was.  I’m probably more of a benefactor than Mr. Geeky, or at least I can name several specific ways that he’s contributed to my growth and I’m not sure I can think of ways I’ve done the same for him.  The whole two-body problem is not just an issue for academics, but I’m convinced that achieving two fulfilling careers is one of the most difficult challenges modern couples face, especially those with children.  Mr. Geeky has not just been supportive of my having a fulfilling career but has also directly helped my career many times.

The first was just by convincing me to make a phone call that ultimately led to my completing my Ph.D.  And he did a lot of practical things, from taking care of kids to doing laundry, to make sure I had the time and space to do what I needed to do.  And then he supported my leaving a job that was making me (and him, really) miserable.  And he helped me get my current job, both because he knew about the opening and by helping me learn the skills I needed to feel comfortable doing my job.

And those are just the big things.  On a daily basis, we have conversations about our now nearly identical fields.  We’re never without something to talk about.  We may not always like the same movies or music, but we talk about it anyway and continue to learn from each other.   While we certainly have our routines, I’ve always felt a sense of us never really sitting still.  There’s always going to be something new around the corner.   I never feel like I’m quite done becoming something and I know Mr. Geeky is always trying new things.  That sense of potential keeps us both around.

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Regular readers of my blog might have noticed the way I compare myself to others and/or compare my life to some imagined life I might have had if only . . .  I talk about those things mostly as a way of purging them from myself, of recognizing that it’s somewhat silly to make comparisons.  This post from Gretchen Rubin, an interview with Lori Gottlieb, author of Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough, reminded me of something I don’t find myself making comparisons about: my marriage and my spouse.  I don’t tend to look out in the world at other men and think, if only Mr. Geeky dressed or looked or acted or worked like him.  Mr. Geeky is who he is, and I love him. He’s far from perfect.  I’ll spare you the details, but most importantly I’m not perfect either.  There’ve been many times I’ve said, “How the hell do you put up with me?”  As Gottlieb says in her interview with Gretchen, “happy people are grateful that they’ve found a person who has decided to spend his life with them, despite all the compromises he’s going to have to make, too!”  While we sometimes mention the quirks in each other that we put up with, mostly they’re unsaid.  Why bring up flaws that we mostly can’t do anything about?

Similarly, though our marriage has not been without some drama, mostly I compare our relationship favorably to everyone else’s.  When I see a couple that seems happy, I don’t think, oh, I wish we were like them.  Instead, I think, we’d probably be good friends because we’re both happy in our marriages.  The discontent, the arguments, the flaws that occasionally stand out pass away quickly.  And when issues arise, I know they’re going to pass and am better able to deal with them because I’m thinking of them as temporary problems in need of a solution rather than permanent damage to our relationship.  It’s a nice feeling, really, when a lot of other things in life are filled with uncertainty.

15 years ago today, Mr. Geeky and I got married. It’s hard to believe. The early years were a whirlwind of babies and career changes and moves across the country. And now we’re in the middle, more settled to be sure but still with many challenges ahead.

When we met, I was a hippy-like aspiring poet. I had no idea what a computer science grad student saw in me and likely he felt the same way. When we moved in together, Mr. Geeky thought, “Well, this is going to make it hard to date other women.”. I don’t know what I thought. In some ways, I was along for the ride.

It’s been a fun ride so far. I’m looking forward to the rest of it.

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Via Laura at 11D, I found these two articles about managing the household load and how angry many mothers are that men seem to not take on their fair share.  Given that this conversation is quite fresh in our household as my work is morphing–changing daily, we’re both starting to realize–these were timely articles.  And the advice by the commenters pulled out in the second article is spot on.  Women need to ask for help and they need to find a way to do so without sounding bitter or pissed (most of the time).  As Belkin says at the end, a primary reason we don’t ask for help is our sense of responsibility for our choices:

A final reason for our reluctance to ask for help, I think, is the feeling that we made this bed, so it is ours to lie in. We chose to have these children, or marry the less than egalitarian spouse, or be a mother and hold down a full-time job, or leave a the paid workforce to take on more of the load at home.

I was feeling pretty bad this last week when I couldn’t keep up with both the house and the work, especially since most of the work I was doing I wasn’t getting paid for. I was in this bind of, “I’m not bringing in cash so I should contribute more on the household front, but I don’t have the time, but if I do the housework, I can’t get the business going, but . . .” And I *chose* this course of action, of quitting a regular paying job for this crazy life, so I was thinking I couldn’t ask for help. And I know plenty of women, myself included, who just assume that they’ve married these enlightened men and the men will just figure it out. Well, I can tell you, Mr. Geeky is quite enlightened and there’s quite a bit he’s figured out all by himself, but I still have to ask him to do laundry. And I have to let go of being mad that I have to ask. Because no one’s a mind reader. He has no idea that while I’m working on a project, in the back of my mind is the nagging thought that Geeky Boy might not have any more clean underwear.  Now I think men could ask more often if there’s anything they could do to help, but you know, I’m not gonna wait around anymore for that to happen.  And maybe, if I ask for help more often, my husband and kids will start to ask.