Through the first 40% of the book the phrase that kept running through my head was not “whole life creative act” (whatever the hell that means) but “FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS! FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS!” “Oh boo-hooie my sexy, sensitive, super fit husband won’t stop cooking delicious exotic meals for me. Sob sob cry cry, we can’t agree on whether to summer in Napa or not.” But towards the middle I actually started to really enjoy the book and identify with Weil’s marital saga. Her problems and relationship dynamics are very different from my own, but it’s refreshing to hear someone really dig deep and expose the harder, more sensitive, more heartrending issues that arise in a lifelong commitment. I appreciated her candor and honesty. She doesn’t hold anything back, and I enjoyed witnessing the complexity of someone else’s marriage. I don’t like self-help books because they are generally written so poorly. But I believe in the instructive, transformative power of stories, therefore I love autobiographies. I also like listening to people’s relationship problems which made this a good choice for me. My favorite part was when Dan implodes with grief about their aborted son and snaps at a family dinner. While consoling him, in the midst of her own pain and feeling torn between her family and her marriage, she realizes, this right here is being married. Yes. I love that. I actually find it deeply romantic even though it’s a hard truth. Battling in the trenches with your partner, seeing them as real people, making complex choices about how to be with them and also be autonomous is part of the whole deal. I find it extremely rewarding to work on my relationship, to dig through all these layers, to become better.
I imagine Weil’s issues are probably very relatable to a lot of women. The part where she breaks up with a friend her husband doesn’t like struck a cord for me. I don’t have friends my husband doesn’t like. We’ve been through it before and while he makes no demands on who I can have in my life and I can certainly pursue the friendships outside of our relationship, it just makes it awkward. He stays away if the person is at our house, skips social events if he knows they will be there. It makes me tense and angry. I don’t like to compartmentalize people in my life and he is unyielding when he decides he does not like someone. He is very easy going and rarely takes issue with someone. He trusts his instincts 100% if he thinks a person is not worthwhile. Although it’s been an infrequent conflict I’ve had to choose a few times between friends that I enjoy that are not compatible with my husband.
It gets a lot of air time but I appreciated Weil’s focus on her and her husband’s Napa problem. It’s helpful to see how in even a wonderful, loving, strong relationship something that seems like a small issue can spiral into a flirt with divorce. I’ve been through a few Napa sized issues with my husband for sure. I’m glad they are working through it too, because I think Weil’s insistence on spending three weekends a month (at least!) with her parents IS pathological regardless of all her rationalizations about free childcare and her kids being close to their grandparents.
One final point – Weil’s mania about the brown socks made me laugh. I can’t say enough wonderful things about my husband – he makes dinner, he cleans all the time, he rubs my feet in the evenings, he is a brilliant and insightful colleague and a great friend, we have a fantastic sex life and he even makes fabulous jewelry! I adore him in so many ways and YET, yet….he does a few things that make me want to stab him and one is related to socks. I wear a size 6. My husband wears a size 10 yet he constantly wears my socks. Why he feels the need to shove his size 10 feet into my tiny socks I will never understand but it makes me wild. I only wear socks to the gym and every time I look for a pair they are all dirty. I’ve reasoned with him about this, I’ve purchased many more pairs of socks, I’ve even tried buying bright pink socks. Nothing works, and now every pair of my socks is stretched out beyond recognition. In fact, when I was reading this book last night I peeked over my Kindle and realized he was wearing my socks RIGHT THAT VERY MINUTE – a mismatched pair. Ahh, marriage. But isn’t it true, as Weil points out – these quirky things are also the very unique things we would miss about our spouses, those parts of them that have resisted relationship homogenization?