The Third Time is Prince Charming

Respect for our choices about how we want to live and acceptance for who we are or who we want to become are things I think about a lot these days. When I reflect back on some of the life choices I’ve made I realize that it is a recurring theme in my life. I just haven’t always been true to myself.

The other day I found myself engaged in a very personal conversation with an open minded and very kind hearted woman at work. As we were exchanging personal stories, we both verbalized how cultural norms have played into some very important decisions we have both made in our lives. Specifically, our decisions to marry. I have been very aware over the years how the pressure to conform to expectations, both spoken and unspoken, have played into my decisions to marry. I have learned some really hard lessons. I hope I’ve learned enough to model courage to live my life on my own terms so that my children will be better able to face similar challenges as they become who they want to be in this world.

From a fairly young age, I was resistant to the idea of marriage. Not the idea of spending the rest of my life committed to a partnership with another person, but to marriage. It has just never felt right for me. I certainly never dreamed of walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown with bridesmaids and flowers and the whole nine yards. Never. Not once do I recall having that vision of myself. It’s still incredible to me that I have ever been married at all. But what I’ve realized is that my sensitivity, combined with my need for acceptance and belonging, led me to make important decisions about relationships that were just not right for me. It has also caused myself and others in my life a lot of heartache. I’m sorry about that.

I married my first husband in 1994 when I only 24 because I could sense that my commitment to living with him and even buying a place together was never going to sit well with people in my family. They just didn’t think it looked right. I remember overhearing people say that we were living in sin more than once. I was constantly asked when we were going to get married. Not if, but when. We might as well since we were living together, right? We loved each other and I quickly tired of the pressure, so we married. That was almost 25 years ago. I remember having little enthusiasm for wedding plans. It just wasn’t what I really wanted. Our marriage lasted less than two years. I left Colorado for law school in New York as if I was fleeing a crime scene. I swore I would never get married again. I was so sorry for hurting him and everyone else.

And then I jumped straight into a relationship with another man, but I didn’t marry again until 2002. We had been dating for five years and had been living together for two. We moved in together after I graduated from law school. It made sense. He wanted me to stay in New York and could afford the apartment while I was a young lawyer in debt working in public service. I couldn’t afford to live alone any longer. Not in New York City. I knew I wanted to have kids at some point in my life, but I still didn’t feel right about marriage. Then I unexpectedly became pregnant a month after September 11. Because it was unplanned and we were were both in shock from the events of September 11, I did not even realize I was pregnant until I was already through my first trimester. He was opposed to the idea of having children without being married. One of the first questions I heard from my own family was whether we could go get married immediately. I sensed shame. I didn’t want to cause anyone to feel ashamed and I wasn’t strong enough at that moment in time to pay attention to what I needed. We decided to get married. Again, I had no interest in the wedding. He planned the whole thing himself. Our relationship produced three beautiful human beings and for that I am grateful, but our marriage was a mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt him or anyone else.

In the last several years, I found myself wrestling with the marriage choice again. My feelings about it have not changed. I see no need to marry in order to prove my commitment to our relationship. But it has affected my life again. It was brought to my attention recently that my husband (yes, my husband) and I need to make an announcement to let people know that we are committed to one another so that people will understand that we are a family. I don’t understand this. We are clearly committed to one another. Around six years ago we decided that we could live without each other, but we didn’t really want to. Why would we want to live apart when we are so much happier and stronger together? We adore one another. We accept everything about each other. We committed fully. Come hell or high water. And people who know us know that our family has had our fair share of both.

We decided to live our lives together and to try to blend our families. I felt like we have always been pretty clear about this fact. We announced it the best ways we knew how to present ourselves as a family to the world. We said it outright. We sent out holiday cards from our family to everyone we knew. Yet, we have recently been told that people don’t understand that we are all a family. There has been no wedding ceremony, there are no adoption papers, no commonly recognizable formality to seal the deal in everyone else’s minds. It pains us that we are not accepted for the way we have chosen to live. It has thrown some rocks in our blender. It alienates us. We do not feel respected. We do not feel we all belong.

We have also been told by people in our family who have now found out that we are married that they are hurt because we have not specifically told them this fact ourselves. I can accept that they are hurt, but I cannot say that I really understand it. Our marriage has nothing to do with anyone else. It’s our personal business. In fact, we would not be married right now if it were not out of a need for security for our family. I didn’t think twice about it when the state of Colorado would not recognize us as domestic partners and required us to be married to be insured together. We are a family. Honestly, it is hurtful to us that we would even need to announce this to anyone and we never planned on doing so until our children found out because they saw the date written on my calendar. Luckily, I believe knowing this gave them some sense of security, as well. I’m glad for that, but it also saddens me that they needed that. How is it still this way in a world filled with different kinds of families?

It all comes back to the need for acceptance and belonging. The truth is that for the last six years even some people in our own family have not recognized us as one. So I am taking the advice we have been given. Please consider this a formal announcement. We are a family. All of us. Established in 2013. Dysfunctional as we may appear to be. Our marriage is a legal fact and we do now refer to one another as husband and wife. It’s been easier for people to understand. Saying partner left people wondering if I was a lesbian. Lover cracked us both up, but made some people feel uncomfortable. I hope that no one is hurt by only now learning that we are married. It is a legal fact that we did not feel was necessary to share. We assumed that we would belong simply because we are, in fact, a family.

Peace and love always,


Published by stuckinmybra

First and foremost, I am a mother, but I am also an education lawyer and policy specialist, an advocate, and an activist. I've been told by my closest friends that I am a fighter. My practice area is disabilities and education, which is where I have been practicing since 1999, before I had my own kids who are now teenagers and are all educationally identified as twice exceptional. I write about what is on my mind, which feels like a messy file system of old and constantly new information. I think about my kids and the people they are and how to help them become who they want to be in this world. I write about issues that affect deaf people because one of my kids is deaf. I write about giftedness, autism, trauma, inclusion, mental health and chronic illness because those are all things that affect my family. I write about my own life and the people in it. I hope what I write touches peoples hearts and opens people’s minds because I think people in our world need to have more understanding and compassion. I'm here to tell the straight up truth.

7 thoughts on “The Third Time is Prince Charming

  1. Beautifully put Lisa! You were and are a family! Congratulations to confronting the haters! You are blessed and very inspiring!! ❤️ To you and your Family.

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  2. We never needed a wedding and a piece of paper to consider y’all a family. (And quite a lovely one at that!)

    But since you’ve been outed as a “married” couple… mazel tov!
    The Carrs
    Tom, Laurie, Andrew & James

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  3. However you want to do it is what matters to me.

    The insurance card is pretty hard to beat. I am married to the benefits as is my spouse and family. My family could not manage without them.

    Domestic partner can mean many things. If we can have 30 plus gender descriptions (words for male, female and many others I do not pretend do understand but have reviewed myself), then domestic partner should include unmarried spouses. I know at my company this is allowed.

    I believe in marriage but have never thought about it or was excited for planning, etc. I am married and committed, beholden, tied even when it’s hard to do. You can be that way to whomever you are with in a relationship. We are that way with all of our other committed relationships.

    Had too do it because of societal norms is hard.
    I am sure I will send you an anniversary card and wish you happy everything. Wait, I think I did that before so…

    Friend always,

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  4. Bravo, Lisa! Thank you so much, for sharing – not just a few details, but really opening your heart and allowing those of who are fortunate enough to read this to be moved by your words, your emotions, your feelings and your thoughts. This, in my opinion, is what life is all about – just sharing – each of us different and yes, wanting to be accepted and to belong. I think we all just want to be seen and heard, for who we really are at our core! And, as I think you know, I can certainly relate to feeling pressure to marry and to getting into a marriage that was not a partnership on any level. I, too, am grateful for my beautiful children and for the lessons learned. I applaud your courage and am grateful for you!

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