As a teen in the seventies, I dreamed of having it all (like in the Enjoli commercial I grew up with). Plus, I strongly valued my
financial independence. I had been earning
my own money since my first babysitting job at twelve years old. I wasn’t going to stop doing so now.
Also, my parents weren’t the best of
role models. I know my aunt envied my
mom for being able to stay home with her children while we were growing up, but
my mom had never been “taken care of.” Instead, she had been controlled; both financially
and mentally during her marriage. She
was given grocery money when needed, but other than that my dad decided how
every penny was spent. If my mom wanted
something he didn’t approve of she had to take money from her grocery fund or do
without. She longed for a job and money of her own. I wanted a better life for myself.
As to my aunt, she was the first woman
I knew who worked outside the home. Her
husband had a good state job, but she liked the finer things in life. To pay for these extras she had to work. Today at seventy-five she still works part-time while her
husband retired from his state job years ago.
Fast forward five years. I had recently married my husband and we were
both attending a party with my extended family.
Another aunt noticed my new car and began gushing over it and my new
husband’s ability to take care of me.
How fortunate I was to have made such a good catch. I was furious. I had spent the past five years working
full-time while going to school. I had just
passed the CPA exam, secured a new job with a bigger salary and bought that
new car. The down payment had come from
my savings and the loan was in my name, not my husbands. I was disappointed
that of all my accomplishments and hard work, the only recognition I received
was for supposedly marrying well.
As for this aunt, her third husband has
leukemia and is too sick to work. I recently
saw a photo of her on Facebook selling her hand-made items in a booth at a
craft fair. She too is in her seventies.
Fast forward another fifteen
years. I am attending a holiday
celebration with my husband’s family.His 28-year old niece models her new winter coat; a gift from her new husband. She says, “He knows how to take care of me.” Again I am surprised by this old-fashioned phrase and that it is coming from someone twenty years younger than me. Plus, this young woman has a college degree and a better job than her new husband.
During my almost seventeen years of
marriage, there have been years when my husband made more than me and others when I made more than him. I’ve
never once considered myself “taken care of” and I don’t think that is
something he ever aspired to do. I do
feel he supports me emotionally and is an incredible help with the household chores.
I do feel controlled though, but not by my husband. Instead, I'm controlled by my job, the stress that
comes with it and the incredible work load.
I wonder currently if the phrase,
“he’ll take care of you” isn’t just wishful thinking. Today with the high cost of tuition, housing
and medical care it has become almost a necessity for both spouses to work at
least a portion of their marriage outside the home. I look at my husband’s
young niece and can’t help but think wouldn’t it be nice if she didn’t have to
work as hard as I do and that she is able to enjoy more of life. Perhaps that is what both my aunts were
thinking when they made those comments to me.
As to my husband’s
niece, perhaps she was saying her husband may make less than her but, he still knows what her needs are or how to take
care of her.
Does your husband take care of
you?
This post was inspired by Spinster: Making a Life of One's Ownby Kate Bolick, who explores singledom with famous women who fashioned life on their own terms. Join From Left to Write on May 5th as we discuss Spinster. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.





