Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label divorce. Show all posts

Friday, November 11, 2011

LIVING IN SIN…..Grandma’s Struggle for Survival



Some women are still like slaves in the U.S. to be bought and sold by men and our government condones it. If men work for a company all of their adult lives they receive a pension for thirty years of devoted service. Women on the other hand, particularly those who have had no career of their own outside of being a homemaker, if they are lucky, receive a certain amount of “pension” referred to as alimony. The problem is that they can never marry again with out losing that money.
A man can remarry with out losing his pension but a woman , if she marries again , she supposedly becomes the “property” of her new husband so therefore the alimony stops. It is as though all the years she put in as maid, cook, nanny, companion, household manager, lover, hostess, personal shopper, partner in business endeavors, chauffeur, psychologist, nurse, broodmare, etc. never existed.
If a man were to have to pay for all those services from someone else the cost would be astronomical, but they are all received free of charge under the guise of “marriage”, from an unsuspecting female who is under the illusion that she will live “happily ever after”.

Generally, when the woman first suspects she has been “had” is when the children are raised, the husband is successful, commanding a large salary that she helped him to achieve and he decides that he no longer needs her any more and decides to trade her in for a newer
(younger) model.
What happens then? After the initial disbelief, breakdown and grieving, she tries to find a job, which isn’t always easy if she has had no training other than the domestic work she did for her husband. Sometimes the judge will award temporary alimony until she can get vocational training…In cases of older women the judge will award “permanent” alimony, which will terminate if the woman ever remarries as though she would then become the property of another man who will provide for her. A man on the other hand can remarry whomever and whenever he wishes and his income remains unchanged.
In earlier days the social norm was for a woman to marry shortly out of school, perhaps having a brief career before marriage which was usually given up to become a housewife…The “Mrs. Cleaver” syndrome.
Women did not question the practicality of this move because most marriages lasted in those days…My grandparents were married 60 years. The woman’s natural role was to care for the children and to keep the home fires burning. She rarely even considered preparing herself for the necessity of having to earn her own living. Men’s and women’s roles were clearly defined…Men went to work and were the bread winners while the woman ran the household. Sometimes the woman would work outside the home in the early years of marriage at a menial job so the husband could go to college while foregoing her own education. During the marriage at times of economic downturn the woman would sometimes take in laundry or baby sit other people’s children to help make ends meet.
I don’t know who decided that all that work and effort on the woman’s part was supposed to be freely given to the man.
During the 1960’s things started to change. Women decided to have careers outside the home and prepared themselves through education to be able to earn a decent living for themselves. Some women didn’t think marriage was a necessity for having children. For some of the career women that was all right, but for many more women who weren’t able to support themselves and their children, the government became their “husband” providing them with a check every month and food stamps as well. These were “informed” choices these women made because the world’s view of men’s and women’s roles had already changed. The idea of marriage as a career choice for women was obsolete.
The problems were for the unsuspecting older woman who was married under the old school of thought, before “woman’s lib,” who was still playing by the old rules. She entered into marriage genuinely thinking it was the right thing to do because her mother and grandmother and all prior generations had done it. It never occurred to her that the rug would literally be pulled out from under her after she had devoted all of her youth to her husband. The poorest economic sector of the US is the older female, who no doubt did not prepare to support herself when she was young because she trusted the institution of marriage to provide for her.
What adds insult to injury is the fact, not only of the alimony stopping if a woman remarries, but her Social Security check stops too. If a divorced woman has never worked outside the home and she has been married to the same man for 10 years or more she can draw off her husband’s Social Security benefits without his being decreased in any way. He still gets the same amount and she gets the equivalent of roughly one third of the amount he receives. How they think that is fair, I will never know, but regardless, that is how it is. If she remarries, the benefits stop, under the assumption she is like a piece of livestock being “sold” to another “owner”. No consideration being given to the years of hard work, sleepless nights and self deprivation she endured while keeping house for her husband.
They don’t even have un-employment for displaced homemakers to give them a chance to regain their equilibrium. One day they have a home and happy family and the next day they are pushing a shopping cart down the tracks containing all their earthly belongings (not such an outrageous exaggeration).
Some older women can support themselves if they are lucky enough to be able to find an employer that will hire an older person with virtually no experience .Even if she goes back to school, competition is tough and jobs are scarce.
If the woman has a family to fall back on that is a great help but if she is alone in the world, she will be very lucky to be able to attain a decent lifestyle on her own.
This is why many older women are forced to make certain choices that are not in keeping with their religious upbringing and moral beliefs such as cohabitating with a man outside of wedlock. “Shacking up” has become the only way a lot of women can survive today.
If she marries the new man, her income will stop. Even if he professes to love her and keep her, how can she trust that it will be true this time when it wasn’t before with her last husband?
There definitely have to be some changes made to the system that keeps women in the role of slaves to be passed from one man to another as property when she has worked all her life in a thankless marriage to be discarded at the husband’s whim. Yes, the women of the last generation were naïve to have let this happen to them and if they had it to do over chances are they would not. However, the fact remains there are still some relics of the old social order that are suffering the consequences of the way things were done then.
A woman’s alimony should be viewed as compensation for services rendered and not be stopped when she remarries. She still put in her time and effort. Why should it stop if she remarries? It doesn’t make sense. Certainly the Social Security should continue if she remarries and she should be given the same amount her husband gets as she was working at home for him all those years to enable him to accrue all those benefits.
Once you are divorced if you are fortunate enough to find another man you can love,
it is very difficult to not be able to marry him, and to not be accorded the rights of being a wife. Even if you and he want to marry, the financial repercussions can be devastating.
Living in sin is sometimes the only way to survive financially.
I have not seen very much written on this subject. It is time this issue was faced head on and corrected. These women have nothing to be ashamed of. They are not slackers looking for a hand out. They are the wives and mothers that made our country strong. They are the hands that rocked the cradle. How can it be that they can be treated so unfairly and then be the butt of jokes and be jeered at by the very men to whom they devoted their lives.
I’m sure this will not be a popular topic among the male sector of the population that have perpetuated this dominance over females for so long.
There are ladies suffering in silence that are too proud to speak up or complain.
The law must be changed to require permanent and fair compensation for home makers and must include, retroactively, all the mothers, grandmothers and housewives that devoted their lives to their families that are sitting out there broke wondering what happened. © VXA 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

THE LOONEY BIN


When my second husband told me he was leaving me, for another woman it was the worst shock of my life.
I was completely happy in my marriage, I thought he  was too. There was no indication that he had even been seeing anyone else. He was home on weekends and he came straight home after work.
He and I laughed, talked, made love and seemed to be getting along as wonderfully as we always had in our 30 years of wedlock.
He was my best friend. We met in high school and I briefly married someone else who was killed after we had been married less than a year. I was pregnant and when my son was born. Irv was there in the hospital with me. He took over the role of husband to me and father to my new baby.
I was mostly a stay at home mom, however I did work outside the home whenever I wanted to. I did mostly volunteer work or my art work .It was never a necessity financially for me to have a paying job as Irv earned a good salary as a Civil Engineer and we had everything we wanted or needed.
We had another son four years after my first son was born and we were a very close family. Our holidays were wonderful. We were like a Norman Rockwell painting with Irv at the head of the table carving the turkey.
Irv and I had a great rapport. We were both witty and would keep each other laughing most of the time. We talked till the wee hours of the night right up until the end of our days together. We would listen to music and dance and hold hands. I trusted him completely. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for him if he had asked me. My world revolved around him and our family. I, never in my wildest dreams, ever thought he would leave me. I had envisioned us getting old together and I always hoped I would die first because I never wanted to be without him.
When he first told me he had found someone else I was dumbfounded. I thought it was a joke but I could see by the look on his face that he was serious. He told me he still loved me but that she needed him more than I did and he hated to leave but he had no choice.
Instantly everything in my life was turned upside down.
Was everything that I believed to be real not true? I was shaken to the core. I found out he had been sneaking out of work during the day and seeing the “other woman” during working hours.
He had been leaving her bed and coming home to our’s. He had been able to pull off this charade for over a year and I was clueless.
We had been through so much together over the years. The death’s of our parents, our kid’s illnesses, the hard times and lay-offs, the happy times ,staying up late together to play Santa and Easter Bunny for our boys. The intimate moments when we seemed like the only two people on the planet so much in love it was ecstasy. The fun times we had at the football games and reminiscing about our lives growing up together in Miami. All this was gone…over..never to be the same again. This couldn’t be real..It just couldn’t be. How could he betray me like that?
My sister had had a stroke and was living with us and needed around the clock care.. I was going to college full time and also working at the school part time in the Interior Design Dept. I had gotten my Real Estate license but had never sold anything.I had no income of my own except the little I was earning at the college, not enough to live on, and although the kids were grown they still relied on us from time to time for financial assistance.
I was so totally overwhelmed by the news that he was leaving that my world fell apart.
I couldn’t function. I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t know how I could go on living.
I was just shaking uncontrollably.
I drove my self to the hospital because I was hoping they could give me something to ease the pain that reached into my soul. The hospital “Baker Acted” me. That is where they keep you for observation for a few days if they think you might harm yourself. I never wanted to harm myself or anyone else. I just wanted my life back like it was.
I was put in the mental ward with bars on the windows and treated with very little dignity. I, a grandmother, who was volunteering at the Opera Guild Show house just the week before and maintaining a 4.0 average in college and caring for a sick sister, was locked up with a bunch of crazy people and being treated as though I were one of them.
That was the worst situation I have ever been in. I was having a normal reaction to my life and family being destroyed and was being treated like I was a few bales short of a load.
My husband on the other hand made a great showing of being concerned about me and he was treated very politely by the staff as he exchanged knowing glances with them regarding the pitiful patient, me. He was acting though he were on my side and not the sole cause of my being in there in the first place. But, I knew it was all for the benefit of the onlookers.
When people lose their homes and loved ones to floods or accidents or fires, everyone rushes to help and they are offered grief counseling. They are not locked up in a mental ward for displaying normal human reactions to the loss they have suffered. Since when is it ok to punish the victim like that? I just wanted comforting and to be assured that everything would be alright.
I realized I only had one option open to me and that was to move ahead and not look back. If I were to dwell on the negative I would be lost. I had to make a new life for myself, one day at a time. I had to be my own best friend and never rely on anyone else ever again.
I have succeeded fairly well in doing that, although in the beginning I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to make that statement. I have made a nice life for myself. There are still times when things happen that sadden me like the unexpected death of my beloved Walter, the man who became my third husband, who fell off a roof at work. I am grateful for the time I had with him but I know I must continue to live and try to enjoy my life without him. I never thought I could love another man after Irv left, but Walter proved me wrong. I don’t know if I will find romance again and I am not concerned about whether I do or not. I am self sufficient, happy and comfortable.
It would be nice for abandoned women to have a network of other women who have been through traumatic life changing events like this to listen to them and share their experience, strength and hope. If there had been such a system in place, in my moment of despair, I’m sure I wouldn’t have wound up in the looney bin.©
VXA

Friday, August 7, 2009

THIS GIVES "ACTION REPORTER" a NEW MEANING


Several years back I had an occasion to enlist the help of my local TV consumer action reporter to aid in some business with a company that I was unable to resolve on my own. I phoned my local tv station and my call was screened by a very efficient sounding woman who told me that my complaint would be reviewed and if it were deemed interesting enough to be shown on the air I would be receiving a return phone call. She also told me they received hundreds of calls and my chances of being called back were slim to none. Within minutes I received a call from the same lady saying that her Action news team was VERY interested in speaking to me and would it be alright if the producer of the show were to call me and set up an appointment to see me later that day. I agreed. A few minutes later the phone rang again and a man's pleasant voice said "Hello, This is 'Jeb', I am the producer of the Action Reporter segment and we think your story would be something we might be able to help you with. Can I stop by your house about noon today to discuss it further?" I agreed once again. Right at 12:00 there was a knock at my door and it was "Jeb," the producer. He was tall, with brown hair a little gray around the temples, wire rimmed glasses and a moustache. He was dressed in business casual attire and had a very intellectual though kind face. His manner was friendly as he handed me some papers to sign. He asked me how long I had lived in the area. He was a good listener and seemed to encourage me to talk about myself. I was a little surprised, as today everyone seems to be in a hurry and no one takes the time to listen to a stranger, let alone seem genuinely interested. I found myself telling him things I don't usually share with just anyone. He was so easy to talk to. He told me that he had only been here a few months. He had been at another TV station somewhere else and had gotten a contract here for a couple of years. When he left I must admit I was a little excited as I was a newly divorced lady and I had not received that much positive attention in quite some time. My mind wandered to what it would be like to get to know him better. To be the girlfriend of a TV producer..I stopped myself as I knew I was being silly..after all he was a good looking man in a high profile position who could get any one he wanted. What would he want with me? I had occasion to interact a few more times with "Jeb". He called me on the phone and the conversations turned from business to personal...he wanted to know "all" about me. He emailed me several times a day and told me he was so interested in me and asked could we meet for lunch. He told me there was something about me that was special the first time he saw me. He invited me to his new house that he had just purchased. He said he was a lonely bachelor with just two dogs to keep him company. When there was a gap of a day or two between his calls or emails, I found myself missing him. I was just about to give in and make a date with him but something about his excessive interest in me just didn't make sense. Being the inquisitive type, I had to go online and check out his new place in the county records. Much to my dismay..The deed not only had his name on it but also the name of his wife, "Doreen". The deed called them "A married couple".
Looking back, I am so relieved I did not go out with him. It turned out that his wife had stayed behind in their old place to sell it while he moved here and bought a new place for her to join him in once the old house was sold. Apparently she would come down to stay a few days at a time with him which would explain the gaps in his communications with me. I must admit I was more than a little disappointed that he was trying to use me to fill the boredom until his wife moved here, as I was lonely too. Fortunately, my intuition kicked in and saved me from making a mistake I am sure I would have lived to regret if I had allowed any "action" to take place with the "Action Reporter". VXA©