When you marry someone, you marry their family. You
marry their demanding mother, their goofy father, their sister who has “issues,”
their aged grandparents, their rich Uncle Jack and all the in-laws and outlaws
connected to them. If they have been married before, you also marry their kids
and their ex. Maybe you only want this man or this woman, but you get the
others, too.
Sometimes it’s a blessing. Maybe your own family isn’t so
great and you can’t wait to jump into a new family. Sometimes it’s the other
way around.
I’ve been lucky. I was married twice, and both sets of
in-laws were pretty great. Not perfect, but good-hearted, sober and crime-free.
No kids were involved with the first marriage; we were still kids ourselves.
But when I hooked up with Fred, I became stepmother to two sons and a daughter and co-parent
with their mother. For the most part, we all got along. We’ve had our quirks
and disconnects over the years. We’ve fought, we’ve cried, and we’ve held each
other in hard times. It is not easy melding into someone’s established family,
but I love those kids and wish I saw them more often, and I consider their mom
a friend.
Widowed now, I wonder about getting married again and think
I just don’t have the energy to fit into another man’s family. His parents and
grandparents might not be alive anymore, but there will probably be siblings, nieces, nephews and in-laws, plus children
and grandchildren who will not be interested in having another mom or grandma.
There’s no way I could catch up all the years I wasn’t in their lives. There
are other issues. A man my age will also have property and financial matters to
deal with, and his interests may be totally different from mine. It’s too late to grow
together or to share a lifetime of memories. So I’m thinking I’ll do like my
grandmother and great-grandmother and declare my late husband the last husband.
What has brought all this to mind? For the first time in 30
years, somebody asked me out. I had my first date yesterday with someone other
than Fred. We went to lunch. He’s nice and he claims to really like me, but
there were no sparks. Will I see him again? Maybe, but just as a friend.
What has all this got to do with you and childlessness? A
lot of readers here are either married or considering getting married to people
who already have kids. Quite a few are thinking about leaving childless
marriages in the hope of having children with someone else. I think you should
do whatever feels right. I never hesitated for a minute about taking on Fred’s
children and family. In fact, I often thanked my husband for giving me this
family.
All I’m saying is when you take on a spouse, you take on his
or her baggage. Sometimes those bags can be damned heavy.
What about you? What are your experiences merging into your
loved one’s family, with or without children? Blessing or disaster? I’d love to
know. Please share in the comments.
