My mother’s second marriage was a train wreck. My sister and I were in our early teens when she was married to this guy. She used to seethe about how much she hated him. But she also quit work to be a housewife while she was married to him. He had a list of grocery items that were required to be in the house at all times, and gave her a monthly budget for all the household needs, like clothes for all the family members and groceries. It wasn’t enough to cover everything, and he became livid if something was missing. I’m pretty sure he set this up on purpose.
My mother used to vent to my sister and I about her marriage, as if we were adult female friends of hers. In later years, I heard from my aunt that the marriage was never consummated. But late one night when I went to get a glass of water, their bedroom door was open while they were sleeping. I saw most of his gross hairy body before she covered it with a blanket. About a year later, she was dating a new boyfriend and asked me to go into her purse to get something. There was a HUGE opened package of condoms in there, taking up like the whole top half of the purse. I can’t believe that either of these were accidental- as gross as it is, I think she wanted to prove that she was getting laid, because she felt so defensive about the dysfunctional marriage.
She had a decent career before she married him, and strong relationships with family members, but she was having trouble paying the bills on her own. Stories from other relatives later make it seem like she married him so he could be a provider.
When she was working, she used to come home and just lay on the couch. Any time she wasn’t at work, she would be asleep. She was a born-again Christian who believed everything she heard in church, and had really naive views on a host of other issues. Like, just before Y2K she turned our basement into a bomb shelter. There were jugs of water, canned food, plastic sheeting, etc. all over the place.
A lot of her the decisions she made completely baffle me. Not her decisions as a parent, raising me and my sister, but her decisions as an adult, for herself. Like adulthood was more responsibility than she could handle, and she was constantly looking for someone else to help her or to bail her out. The biggest lesson I’ve learned from her is one she taught unintentionally, that I need to be in control of my own life.