I can trace many of my marital beliefs back to my upbringing. Witnessing my parents’ divorce led me to think that a successful marriage could be achieved through sheer effort. For years, I observed their repeated attempts to mend their relationship: my father offering apologies, and my mother granting him another chance. Their cycle of conflicts and reconciliations was familiar to me, punctuated by romantic gestures and conversations emphasizing “the value of forgiveness” and “the effort required for a successful marriage.” This pattern seemed endless—until it wasn’t.
When they ultimately separated, I felt compelled to ensure that my own marriage would not meet the same fate. For an extended period, I dedicated myself to the role of the ideal wife. I cooked meals, kept the house tidy, and prepared thoughtful lunches for my husband, complete with notes that read, “Thank you for working so hard for us.” It seemed to work, at least initially. I would have dinner waiting for him, and I invested time in planning home date nights, complete with handwritten invitations. His appreciation fueled my desire to do more, and I believed that my efforts were paying off.
However, everything changed with the arrival of our first child. The pursuit of perfection as a wife became increasingly challenging. My husband returned home to a chaotic scene: dirty diapers scattered around, a wife who looked exhausted, and milk stains on my oversized T-shirt. My emotional well-being also deteriorated; the baby cried incessantly, and I felt responsible for her distress. I dove into parenting books that emphasized the bond between father and child, hoping to remedy the situation.
Despite my exhaustive attempts to be the ideal wife and mother, I felt like I was failing. The breaking point arrived during a particularly heated argument. Like many couples who have been together for a while, we couldn’t even recall what sparked the disagreement. In a moment of frustration, I expressed that I was doing everything possible to make our marriage work, but it never seemed sufficient. His response surprised me: he wanted me to ease up on my efforts. In trying to attain perfection, I had inadvertently distanced myself from the man I loved.
Instead of enjoying quiet moments together or unwinding after work, I became consumed with maintaining an immaculate home and keeping everything in order. This perfectionism isolated me from friends and made me vulnerable to feelings of loneliness and jealousy when he shared his social experiences.
While our marriage is still a work in progress, I have shifted my focus away from perfectionism. I continue to leave him notes in his lunch, but I now allow him to pack it when I’m overwhelmed. If I wish to catch another episode of a favorite show, I’ve learned that the dishes can wait—he can pitch in when he returns home if needed.
By relinquishing my need for control, I’ve rediscovered my love for the man I fell for nearly a decade ago—the one who values me for who I am. He reassures me that we will not repeat the mistakes of my parents, and together, we are forging our own path.
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In summary, the pursuit of a perfect marriage can be counterproductive. Prioritizing connection over perfection can lead to a more fulfilling relationship.