Marriage Benchmarks


What do you use as the benchmark for judging your marriage? I have two that work pretty well for me and one that I used to use and no longer will.

Benchmark One – The Minimum

Let’s start with the bare bones minimum benchmark: You have no reason to fear rape, broken bones, dislocated joints, bruises, pain, or uncensored angry or contemptuous words from your spouse. You have no reason to fear your spouse will spend or give away money needed for basic living expenses. And you have no reason to fear retaliation by others or a visit from law enforcement for illegal or unethical acts committed by your spouse against your will. And your children are safe when alone with your spouse.
You are not safe around anyone committing any of these acts. Nothing you do causes them. And no apology excuses them. Get yourself to a safe home elsewhere or bring in someone who can protect you until your spouse is successfully treated for the real cause (which might be addiction, brain tumor, dementia, mental illness, or a personality disorder).
If you are free from these fears, your marriage is still alive. But how good is it?

Benchmark Two – Suddenly On Your Own

Imagine that tomorrow morning your spouse dies without warning. There is nothing more to fight about or worry about, and you get all of your shared assets. You also get all of your shared responsibilities. You also lose whatever optimism, kindness, social intelligence, learning, leadership, teamwork, gratitude, forgiveness, playfulness, adventurousness, awe, bravery, love, respect, gifts, camaraderie, and sex your spouse provided. If it’s a net loss, then right now, with your spouse alive, you have a very good marriage.
This can be a tough benchmark to adopt for anyone currently using the one I gave up, because of our fantasies about marriage.

Benchmark Three – Fairness (The Misery Maker)

My old benchmark was this: does this marriage offer me a fair allocation of responsibilities and assets?
Let me tell you why I gave up this benchmark. And it wasn’t easy; I was sure fairness was key to a good marriage. I gave it up because it made me really unhappy, and it threatened to kill my marriage.
It made me unhappy because it’s really not possible to define fairness in a loving relationship. The very same chore that feels dreadful when I think it is unfair has me beaming when I feel in love. If I do it while I feel dreadful, it saps my energy and makes me resentful. If I insist my husband do it, instead of me, it makes me feel spiteful, not loved.
One day while I was shoveling snow off the sidewalk because I felt it must be done quickly and my husband had no intention of hurrying his Sunday morning, I felt that anger growing in me. For the eleven years between husbands, I had been shoveling snow and watching other women’s husbands shovel the other walks on my block. And this sidewalk was even longer, but I was still the one shoveling it.
The shovel suddenly weighed more and the wind felt colder. I thought about going back to my shorter sidewalk in the house where I had lived alone (benchmark #2, that is), and I knew I did not want that. What I had now was so much better. I had love every day and shoveling maybe ten times a year. And with that, I began shoveling to the tune of All You Need is Love.
My mood lightened. The snow got lighter. And then, like the bluebirds showing up in a Disney movie, a neighbor got part of our sidewalk with his snow blower and the fellow who shared our driveway asked me to toss him our other shovel, so he could get what the plow had pushed into the driveway. My son, who had just arrived jet-lagged from overseas, got up and started cleaning off the back steps and a path to the car while his wife enjoyed her first ever snow.
And when I came in for a break, my husband met me with a cup of hot cocoa. Later, after a few more inches of snow had fallen, he did the second shoveling, and my son, my daughter-in-law, and I joined him to play in the snow. Play. In the snow.
For eleven years, I had felt cheated because I was a widow and had to shovel my own snow while the other women in my neighborhood stayed indoors. And now, because I let go of my story about what’s fair and met him with a sunny attitude instead of my resentful one, I was playing in the snow with a man who really knows how to laugh and have fun. And I had to shovel less than half the snow.
I have noticed it a bunch more times. If I look for fairness, I can always find a way to see myself as the angry victim. If I look for how much better I am doing than I was on my own after my first husband died, I feel happier, more loved, and more loving. And when I feel more loving, the chores and earning a living actually feel easier to do.
What’s your benchmark for a good marriage?

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Patty Newbold

I am a widow who got it right the second time. I have been sharing here since February 14, 2006 what I learned from that experience and from positive psychology, marriage research, and my training as a marriage educator.


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  • I like to use fun and shared history. So a marriage grows in value yet can begin with value since fun can be present from the get go. Have a peachy one, Patty!

  • Thanks for pointing out that fairness is a misery maker. I have always used that as a benchmark in my marriage. No wonder I’m so unhappy. I will try to change from now on.
    My problem is my husband and I live apart because I have work in another area which takes an hour by boat from each other. He stays where he is because he co-manages their family business. Though he gives me money it’s not regularly given and usually I still have to remind him. When I ask for how much he really earns he says he can’t say because it depends on how much the business is earning. This has always been our problem. He shares his bank account with his parents and usually when I ask for money he still has to ask his mother about it. We argue because I think I deserve more than what he is giving me. He has no savings apart from what they have as a family. When I ask him he says he invested it in the business. (Fine!) when I ask how much his share is, he does not know. I save whatever it is that he gives me (I think it is just a quarter of his income)for our future coz I have my own job to support myself. I think it’s his responsibility to give me what is due to me. I think he should set a bank account apart from his folks. We have no children yet but I wish we have our own house thus I’m saving for it. Whenever we talk about this issue by phone, I usually get a silent treatment afterwards and I end up to be the one asking him to forget about it so we could live harmoniously. I value fairness but am I being unfair?

  • Jing, as long as you’re measuring your marriage on whether it’s fair or not, you will always be unhappy. Of course it’s unfair. It’s unfair that you have enough to support yourself but demand money from him to put in the bank. It’s unfair that he doesn’t send his wife money and blames his mother for this. It’s unfair that he doesn’t live where you work. It’s unfair that you’re not helping work his family’s business. It’s unfair that you two must live an hour apart. It’s unfair that you don’t have your own house yet.
    As I said, in the blog post, “If I look for fairness, I can always find a way to see myself as the angry victim.”
    But you are talking about financial matters, and unless there is a country where the courts get involved in intact marriages, the only way you can get a ruling on what’s financially fair between the two of you is to divorce. I am pretty certain most courts would say if you can support yourself, you are not entitled to what he earns. And it’s not clear whether they would take part of what you’ve been saving to give to him or figure out his share of the family business and order him to pay it to you. But neither of these will get you a house or children or love.
    Should you marry again, your next marriage would not be any more fair, because it is always, always, always possible to find unfairness in a marriage.

By Patty Newbold

Patty Newbold

I am a widow who got it right the second time. I have been sharing here since February 14, 2006 what I learned from that experience and from positive psychology, marriage research, and my training as a marriage educator.

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