The Real Thing

Ellen McCarthy
Its always seemed to me that being in a relationship is, in large part, about bearing
witness. You take a front-row seat to your partners daily trials and triumphs and
they do the same for you. And then at the end of your life at least one person knows
what you went through how often you struggled, how hard you tried and how
much goodness you created.
I once wrote a story about two young people with severe mental disabilities who fell
in love. It was a purer love than almost any Ive encountered. Bill and Shelley met at
a club for teens with special needs. He had Down syndrome. Shelley, born with
excessive fluid in her brain, had repeatedly surprised the doctors whod told her
parents she wouldnt live past infancy.
Bill was 12 when they first laid eyes on each other at a social club for teens with
special needs. I didnt know what love was until I met her, he told me. Friendship
blossomed to romance and eventually he took her to his proms. Bill even told
Shelleys parents hed convert to Judaism to be with her. But after high school they
lost touch.
About a decade later, however, they both signed up for a program that takes people
with developmental disabilities on cruises. And when Shelley got seasick, it was Bill
who volunteered to take care of her.
I want to be Shelleys hero, he told me later. I want to be her avenger.
Soon they were meeting regularly for dinners and outings. After a few months, Bill
asked Shelley to marry him, presenting her with a ruby ring bought with savings
from his job at a grocery store.

At first, Bills and Shelleys parents had reservations about what marriage would
look like for the two. Before marrying, the couple moved into an assisted-living
apartment together and started attending weekly sessions with a counselor. They
worked on communication skills and learned to be responsive to each others needs
and boundaries. They played board games, made up puns, traveled with each
others families, and developed a calendar packed with social events and activities.
And they loved each other completely. When I see her shes like a bright penny,
Bill told me. Shes like the color orange, like a real joyful, lively spirit. Her love is
like pink. There is so much good in her that I really fell in love with.
After the couple lived together for two years, their families finally consented to a
wedding.
When I sat down with Shelleys parents, the big day was quickly approaching. Her
mother said theyd fought hard to give Shelley the best life possible, but hadnt been
able to fill a fundamental gap. For years, until she reunited with Bill, Shelley had
been lonely. Her father was almost silent until the end of our interview, when I
asked what it was like to see their daughter getting married. Then he started to cry.
You want your children to be happy, he said. Having a mate someone who
really cares if you come home at night, someone who cares whether youre well or
sick that makes life worthwhile.
Zen teacher John Tarrant once said, Attention is the most basic form of love.
Why do babies cry and dogs scratch at our legs? They want attention. They want
love. (Unless its breakfast and youre having bacon. Then they just want bacon.)
For one story I interviewed a woman whose life had fallen apart before it improved.
For years Kalena led a whirling existence in New York City she ate at great

restaurants, did a little modeling and started her own online media company, which
quickly put her on national lists of ones to watch. She married, made lots of
money and traveled extensively.
But the marriage began to crack. Her father died; then her mother became gravely
ill, compelling Kalena to take in her two younger brothers, then just in middle
school.
It was all she could do to stay afloat as she started a new life in Washington. But she
never let anyone see behind her beautiful, stoic veneer. An assistant principal at one
of the boys schools could, however. It was obvious to Ben that Kalenas brother and the whole family was in pain. He coached Kalena on how to help him cope.
As they met to talk about her brother, a mutual attraction grew, though Kalena
dismissed it. She was determined not to be hurt again.
But Ben kept coming around. He kept listening. He was there when her mother
died. When Kalena stood to give a eulogy, he was front and center. And afterward,
he told her that her speech had been lovely, but lacking. Shed never mentioned her
own feelings. Im definitely good at smiling through things, Kalena told me.
Nobody wants to know all these horrible things in your life. So the fact that he saw
that I felt like he saw me. After that conversation she told him she loved him.
Ten months later they were married.
Paying attention takes time and focus two things were short on these days.
Sitting next to each other while surfing the Web on separate laptops doesnt cut it.
Neither does dinner if your eyes are on your cellphone as much as theyre on your
partner. A neglected spouse might not clamor for your attention as aggressively as a
pet, but they need the dose of love just as much.

Terri Orbuch, a sociology professor at Oakland University in Michigan, has

conducted one of the nations most extensive studies of couples 373 pairs over 20
years. She learned which behaviors lead to happy unions and which ones often spell
divorce.
One of the practices Orbuch promotes most fervently is what she calls the 10minute rule: For 10 minutes each day, couples should talk about something other
than work, family, who does what around the house or your relationship. The goal
is to always really understand your partner. To not lose sight of their goals and
dreams and passions the things that probably drew you to them in the first place.
As you share breakfast in the morning or wind down before bed, the rule offers a
chance to talk about your partners wish list of vacation destinations or about a
book theyre reading. Anything that allows you to stop and connect and not just feel
like business partners trying to make your way through a packed agenda.
Ten minutes of conversation. Thats nothing. And its not hard. It just requires us
to briefly pause and see really see the person with whom were sharing a life.
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Once I wrote about the time when God got married ... to God. At least, thats how
the two very human-looking people at the altar explained it. The couple, both
mind-body healers and metaphysical authors who meditated for several hours a
day, had reached enlightenment, they said.
Most of us are apparently consigned to mortals. Our partners are always late. Or
theyre always 20 minutes early and insist that you be, too. They never wash their
own dishes. Unless theyre constantly after you to clean up your crap. They pick
their nose in the kitchen, forget to fill up the gas tank, and have the nerve to
complain when you buy the wrong brand of toothpaste.

The worst part is that you cant change them. A study by two psychologists in New
Zealand, Shreena Hira and Nickola Overall, found that when people tried to
improve their relationships by changing their spouse, the romances actually got
worse. (Read: Nagging doesnt work.)
But, interestingly, Hira and Overall also found that there wasnt much more
relationship satisfaction when people focused on self-improvement, either.
That usually leaves only one possibility: Accept As Is. (Unless As Is includes
abuse or addiction.)
I invited psychologist Christine Meinecke to do an online chat after reading her
book, Everybody Marries the Wrong Person. Meineckes premise is that were
doing ourselves a disservice by believing theres such a thing as the right person.
She says the only road to marital bliss passes through the land of acceptance. When
one reader asked her when to voice complaints and when to keep the peace,
Meinecke responded, The key is to understand that partners are not renovation
projects. Think always in terms of looking at your own expectations, negative
emotional responses, dark moods and insecurities and deal with them first.
John Gottman refers to the problem as the if onlies: If only she was a little better
with money ... ; If only he didnt spend so much time watching sports ... . The
truth is, youre arguing against reality. And you will lose. He watches a lot of sports.
She is how she is with money. The more you rail against these things, the more
frustrated youll both become.
One of my wisest editors at The Post, a woman who lost her husband to cancer
when her twin sons were still in grade school, told me that the lyrics of the Don
Henley song For My Wedding reflect her hope for every young person getting
married:

To want what I have

To take what Im given with grace.
Its hard to be happy with what you have when youre busy wishing for something
different. But no one knows how much time theyll get with their perfectly
imperfect partner. So focus on loving them, just as they are.