In the old days when I was in college, marriage and the family along with basket weaving, was a course to take if you wanted an automatic A without doing any work. But you did have to show up for class. My first husband (who is still alive) managed to fail marriage and the family when he was in college.
I don’t know why it was such a gut course, because nothing, in my experience , is more complex in real life than marriage and family. Jerry is my 4th husband. We have been married for 5 years. He had 2 previous marriages and fathered a son in each. My three previous marriages lasted 10, 10 and 20 years. In my first marriage a son and 2 daughters were born. My second husband came to me with a little girl of 3 whom I raised and adopted, and I had a baby boy with him when I was 40, just before we parted. My third husband, who happened to be the brother of my first husband, brought me 4 stepsons, who were first cousins of my three older children. My frist husband married again and had another son and daughter. They are the half-brother and half-sister of my first three children. My second husband, Willis, had a daughter with his third wife (the one after me) and another daughter with his 4th wife. Nancy, the wife after me, said his rule was: “one child per wife.” These girls are half sisters to my adopted daughter and my youngest son.
My own parents were divorced when I was 8 years old. Both remarried and my mother had another daughter, my half-sister, and my father had 3 sons, my half-brothers. My mother’s husband had 2 sons by his first wife, my step-brothers. I did not meet them until I was an adult because their mother was bitter over the divorce and would never let them visit my step-father and mother. For most of my childhood and adolescence I lived in the houshold of my father’s sister and her husband. This was because my parents were sometimes separated and after they remarried my relationships with my step-father and step-mother were difficult. My aunt and uncle had 4 daughters, all younger than I, cousins who seemed like little sisters to me. From time to time my grandmother, my father’s mother, lived in my aunt and uncle’s house, my uncle’s parents spent summers there, my uncle’s sister lived there and occasionally my father’s brother lived there.
Who could pass a test on this sort of thing?
The above is just a skeleton of complexity. With most of these people I had a relationship, each specific to the individual. With some of them only a connection through my children. I have never met the second wife of my first husband, though I have spoken to her on the phone, nor do I know the children he had with her, though they are my children’s siblings. I did not meet the wife and 2 children of my younger step-brother until we were together at my mother’s funeral. Then we became good friends.
In November when I went to Florida for my granddaughter’s wedding, my Lawyer Daughter and I stopped for a couple of days to visit with her father’s third wife, Nancy. I had known Nancy slightly before Willis and I were divorced but didn’t get to know her well until Willis’ funeral. She organized it, as it was boycotted by his fourth and final wife, an extremely unpleasant Russian woman. I had only met the Russian woman once when delivering my son to his father for a visit. She was very young then, younger than Lawyer Daughter, Willis’s oldest child. Though I heard later through the grape-vine that she often declared herself to be irresistible to men, I thought she was unattractive. She was short and thin, with stringy hair. Apparently she belonged to the school of fashion that believes in all things natural so there was no removal of any of her copious leg or armpit hair. Eventually she persuaded Willis to end all contact with many of his former friends and all his children by his first 3 wives. For this I was permanently angry with him and I shed no tear when he died.
Nancy is a lovely and remarkable woman. Her heritage is Cuban. She lives in the Spanish influenced old part of Tampa in the house she grew up in. It is full of things of her mother’s, and her own accumulation of interesting and odd possessions. There is a lot of art work, some by artist friends of hers and Willis’s. She deals with all the finances of the English Department at the University of South Florida where Willis taught philosophy and where I finished my Ph.D. She has tried to retire more than once, but they need her. She is full of life and energy and has a house full of cats. Her yard is even fuller of cats. Her neighbor who was in the habit of feeding about 25 or 30 feral cats died, and the cats migrated to Nancy’s yard. She solved the problem by calling in the experts, who trapped the cats, neutered them, found homes for those that were tame enough and then brought about 14 of the wilder ones back to live in their old neighborhood. Nancy feeds them daily, and gradually their numbers are diminishing.
Nancy’s daughter Carmen joined us. Carmen is a charming young woman, about 15 years younger than Lawyer Daughter who is Carmen’s half sister. Nancy was, for a time, Lawyer Daughter’s step-mother. Over the two days we were together the four of us formed a sort of family, joined by common memories and by the binding element of the dead Willis. We told each other stories of the past. Nancy told me how Willis had taken Carmen, a child of about 9, to Russia with him on some academic project where he had met the unpleasant (but self-styled irresistible-to-men) Russian woman, who was then the wife of a Russian academic. When Nancy joined them about a month later the affair was in full flower; she took Carmen and fled to Greece, where there were old friends, a student of Willis whom both Nancy and I knew well. Willis and I had stayed with them when we were traveling in Europe on his sabbatical in 1973. With Willis and me then were Lawyer Daughter, British Daughter and Ben, baby son. At the time Lawyer Daughter was 11, British Daughter was 20. B. D. and I were wild to know what was going on with Nixon and Watergate. Papadopolous, the failing Greek dictator, kept banning the International Herald Tribune because it printed unflattering things about him. But Nancy’s experience many years later was of a different sort. She was reeling from the events in her personal life in Russia. Our Greek friends were very angry with Willis.
As we talked into the night I realized that Willis had seemed a different person to Nancy from the man I knew. I was four years older than Willis. I met him when I was a first year graduate student and he was just finishing his undergraduate degree. He was a hippie. He had a common law wife and a baby. We became friends, but to me he was just a kid, a college student, who introduced me to beatniks and gays. His undergraduate mentor was a professor, Herman Lynn Womack, who was later jailed for publishing pornography. Willis was funny and knew how to have a good time. During our marriage I saw him through his Ph.D. and helped him write his thesis. He and my father became good friends through a mutual interest in philosophy, but though my father was fond of Willis, he told me privately that Willis, in his opinion, was a second rate philosopher. Willis used to proclaim loudly that no woman was smarter than him; nevertheless we both knew that of the two of us I had the better mind.
Willis was about 15 years older than Nancy. When she met him he was the chairman of the philosophy department at the university where she worked in administration. He was a sort of campus celebrity. He had declared himself to be a Marxist, which gave him an aura of daring. I am not sure just how he got away with that, but he always said the right thing to deans. No matter how drunk he was at parties, he could always moderate his act if a dean appeared. He promoted himself successfully as a giant intellectual. Students adored him.
I found that while I remembered him with bitterness as a little man with a small mind who abused his wife and children, an alcoholic and a womanizer, Nancy thought of him as a sort of heroic figure, a man with faults but because he stood so much above other men in talent and achievement she could, at least to some degree, remember his “goodness” as somehow mitigating his flaws. She gave me a video disc of his memorial, which I attended because my children with him wanted me to. And she gave me a folder of testimonials read at the memorial. I thanked her, but wondered to myself why I would want those things. Perhaps the grandchildren he never bothered to know would like to have them.
What I will not forget is the way 4 women, Nancy and Carmen, myself and Lawyer Daughter, came together with good will and love to share common cares and memories and put the painful past into some kind of order.
Oh my, I get dizzy trying to keep track of who is who! What a life – you could write a novel about it! In all of this, I admire how you manage to keep in touch and get along with everybody.
Happy New Year to you and your loved ones!
Women are the better species.
That takes the cake for having a complex personal life. I want simple, non-dramatic family relationships after the childhood I went through. All of my family are dramatic by nature but can’t live with the uproar we tend to create and so seek out and hold on to calm and balanced people.
Families are immensely complex. After my mother died we discovered that we had cousins. She had told us that her brother (her only sibling) had died of an untreated melanoma. In fact he survived her, but only just. There was obviously an estrangement, but the whys and wherefores are a mystery. I was brought up with the children of her first marriage (my half brothers). They are the only siblings I have, and we never emphasized the half. My father was a German Jew. I have no idea whether he had siblings or not. His family was a complete no go area. Some day I will have to explore it.
Now I have half step great nieces and nephews, half great nephews and an ever expanding family.
Thank you for sharing some of the complexities of your family.
Anne, what a labyrinthian family! But very interesting – you could indeed write a long novel about it or a great TV series. You are amazingly cool-headed in describing these relationships but I imagine that the actual experiences were not easy to live through.
So sorry about all the problems you and Jerry have been facing. I’m a bit late with my New Year wishes but they are still warm and sincere. I hope 2012 will be good to you in every way.
You are right, who could pass such a test?!? Heh, heh, not me. I was married once, but my ex-husband was married 4 times, he had 5 kids by two of his wives (2 with me). Wife #3 (the mother of the other 3 kids) declared herself a lesbian and left him for another woman. I always thought that if I had stayed married to him for as long as she did, I’d have done the same thing.
Happy New Year to you and yours!
Oh My head is reeling indeed, Anne. What a huge web, untangled by your good self and how healing for you to be connected with some of the fall out. Some men leave a trail of havoc and disregard, don’t they? I truly believe they don’t know how to handle the emotional side of life so stick their ostrich heads in the sand and onward to the new woman. I see it in my past relationships and also in my siblings.
I always knew that relationships were complex, but your account is mind-blowing. Thanks for being brave enough to share it. One thing that strikes me is that it is the women who want to make sense of all that has happened, and I applaud you for that. Happy New Year blessings to you and yours.
I am glad that in all those tangled relationships you can find common threads and affection. My own family looks rather bland in comparison but that’s only because I never married the men in the two long-term relationships I had after my divorce. Good for you for being able to maintain friendships that might otherwise have lagged as a result of bitter memories.
I cannot even figure this out
Pleased you can.
I was married for 22 years and went through
a divorce. Now alone over 30 years.
A very active social life for years
and at the moment pleased I am solo
in the woods cottage where there is
peace and quiet and I can pursue my interest.
Have 4 wonderful children, 1 stepdaughter
and 6 grandchildren.
That is all I can handle.
You are exceptional…..
Wow Anne – I am cross eyed and that is only Part One!! I would call that a full life – using it all up just like we should. I can’t believe the human animal was meant to look over their orange juice at the same person for 50 or so years.
Oh my… what a web of family you have. It makes for a rich life, that is for sure, even if some of that seems like more baggage than one can imagine carrying. And, indeed, you have “the better mind” to not only make all this work, but also share it with us so brilliantly.
Anne, you’ve done a masterful job of explaining your family intricacies, to the point where it was all quite clear. But oh my, how complex and interwoven it all is, and how difficult it must have been to deal with your ex-husband’s abandonment of your children. This is quite a fascinating story, I must say, and in the reading of it I have learned more about you. Perhaps if I’d been in on your writing of this blog from the very beginning I would have known about your academic background, which was no particular surprise, but something I admire.
Most of us are very interested in other people’s lives, not because of simple curiosity, but because in them we sometimes find ourselves, or wish we could. A most enjoyable post, thank you.
I might have managed better if you’d drawn a diagram, but I guess you’d need a big sheet of paper …
A very belated happy new year to you.
It was a good night.
The first time I read your blog it was a post about marital connections. Now, a couple of years later, it seems more filled in. Like others, I am in awe of your ability to keep track–of course, it is your life–and seem so even about difficult people. Do we ever wonder why we are drawn the ways we go?
amazingly complicated, Anne. Reminds me of the Tudors without the beheadings. Or will you be getting to that in a later post?