Thirty-Five Years Ago…

Thirty-five years ago today I first got married, aged 18, a scarily young bride who was in retrospect far more in love with the idea of being in love than with her 21-year-old groom. We were totally unsuited to each other, and should never in a million years have got hitched, but at that time in the world we lived in getting married was just what people did. Sadly, one way or another the reality of that unfortunate legal liaison was for me a thoroughly rude awakening to the best and worst of adult life to the point that five years, three children and one near-fatal overdose later I left him, never to return.

It may seem odd still to mark the anniversary of such an unhappy marriage after all this time, especially as I’m now very happily married to someone else – to my best friend, in fact – but how can I not remember such an important anniversary when the most tumultuous experiences I’ve ever had in my life were condensed into the relatively short space of time when my first husband and I were legally joined together. Giving birth to my three beautiful babies, being zonked out on valium for nigh on two years and then the devastating nuclear fallout of trying to kill myself has inevitably left its mark – how could I ever forget?

Confusingly I can’t find it in my heart to regret a toxic relationship that ultimately created life – well, three lives – during that same period of time it almost destroyed my own. Each year that passes takes me further away from those darker memories, and although the old hurts may be long healed the scars still remain. And divorce may have given me my legal freedom, but genetically the ghost of him lives on in my much-loved children and grandchildren, and like it or not in them we stay in part forever shackled together.

So I always consider the anniversary of that first wedding each year in my own way, depending on how I’m feeling on the day. This year I’m feeling quiet and thoughtful, eternally glad still to be here on this earth and still to have a good relationship with my children in spite of all our ups and downs and familial difficulties over their formative years. I love them all as fiercely and passionately as ever, and find I cannot simply erase the memory of their father from my new-and-improved life narrative just because it may suit me to do so, and as a result I still regard the continuing recognition of my first marriage as a relevant part of their birthright…




11 thoughts on “Thirty-Five Years Ago…

  1. Sunny June 11, 2017 / 7:58 pm

    A powerful and brave revelation of that dark time of life that nonetheless brought you your dear children. You remind me that I married a most unsuitable man with PTSD and addiction at 20 and he nearly killed me, but my son came from that union. Now 40+ years later, I can see my ex in him. The sad thing is that my son is now also struggling with addiction and/or metal illness and we’re out of touch. Life can be very painful, and yet I have much joy even so.

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    • Ruth June 11, 2017 / 8:07 pm

      It’s never easy, is it, being a mother? Or perhaps being a father, also? Sending much love and hugs across the ocean ❤

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      • Sunny June 11, 2017 / 8:22 pm

        Thank you, Ruth. Much love to you as well 😘 and sincere admiration for your talents 📝 📸.

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        • Ruth June 11, 2017 / 8:28 pm

          Thank you, much appreciated 🙂


  2. TanGental June 11, 2017 / 10:20 pm

    I find that a fascinating post Ruth and totally understandable given the children. I can imagine there are years when it is far more difficult than others to acknowledge

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    • Ruth June 11, 2017 / 11:46 pm

      Funnily enough my husband now was actually a guest at my first wedding, so we even have shared memories of the day to look back on 🙂

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  3. Margarita June 12, 2017 / 2:54 am

    I, too, remember my long-ago first wedding each year, Ruth. It’s a sort of marker on the road I’ve travelled. I’ve never regretted that first marriage. And I’ve never regretted that divorce, either. Both led me to who I am today. And I like the woman I see in the mirror. 😉 xoM

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    • Ruth June 12, 2017 / 9:01 am

      That’s a lovely positive message to share, Margarita – thank you 🙂 x

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    • Ruth June 12, 2017 / 1:42 pm

      Absolutely, both the bad and the good… I’ve discovered it’s much easier and far less painful just to accept all of it for what it is rather than try to deny to myself that any of it ever happened 🙂

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