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Before You Were Born: "You got twenty minutes! Get out while you can!"
Stories from our parents' youth: How my mom married a jerk.
by George Garner
My mother married a man nine years her senior. He was a goofy dresser, came from an abusive family, and had serious emotional and anger issues. How does a shy, funny, quirky girl from Staten Island, New York end up marrying a jerk? To find out, I asked her.
I know very little about the woman you were before you met my father. You turned twenty that year — your father had passed away just four years earlier — and you decided not to continue with community college. Beyond the basic details, who was this woman that I have never met? What was she like?
Rather shy. Which doesn't seem like I am, but I still am. If I'm in a new situation or I don't know anybody, I tend to just... I'm shy. I don't say anything. But being an only child, I had to amuse myself.
And then one day, you decided you needed a new car, right?
This one weekend, your grandmother was taking the car, and I said, because I was just in the mood, "Well, can you rent me a car?" We went around and she found a Volvo — I loved that car at that time. And your father worked there. And he took one look at me and said, "This one's mine!"
You weren't looking at him like, who's this tall, dark, and handsome guy?
Well, he wasn't handsome. I remember he used to wear print pants and print shirts. He was not a good dresser. He had a thin moustache, red hair, very tall, very thin. He was much older than me. To me, he was "Mr. Garner." He wasn't dating material.
Did he at least wait until you bought the car before he asked you out?
He called me a couple of times after that, just to make sure that everything was okay. I think the first date was, he invited me to some customer-appreciation thing at the dealership. He called me and asked me to come.
Do you remember that first date with him?
Um... I remember the first time he came over. He came over, and all of the sudden my dog Arthur tried humping his leg. And he looked at me, and he gave this look that said, "I don't like this dog." And I said, "Love me, love my dog." So, he wound up spending the night.
And that's when it went from a couple of dates into a real relationship?
I don't even think it went to a couple of dates. The first "date" date, he took me to this one place in the Village, and that's where I was first introduced to eating salad. In my house, you were lucky if you got oil and vinegar. Here I could actually have Thousand Island dressing, which was a brand new thing for me. And Russian dressing, and French — this whole new world. For that, I am very grateful. He taught me you could have a salad and it could be a big deal.
You tried to bring him into your circle of friends, but they didn't like him.
Any time you bring someone into the fold there's cautiousness. And he was not cool, by any means. And he was old. But, I was enamored because, here was this older man who thinks the world of me.
Why is he on crutches in your wedding pictures?
We were leaving the house, three days before the wedding, and your father being as crass as he was, went to grab ahold of my chest. He missed my chest, he missed the railing, and landed on the sidewalk. And I looked at him and started laughing, because that's just the way I am.
You got married in 1973, but when did he propose to you?
We had taken a trip to go and see his brother. And he said, "How would you feel about getting married?" I said, "You've got to be kidding." The only reason I would get married was so that I could have the same last name as my children.
That's interesting. You didn't picture getting married, but you pictured having children.
Even if I never got married, I wanted children. If I could have planned it, I would have had four boys, two of them twins. The only thing I ever wanted to do when I was younger was breastfeed a baby.
You wanted four children, but I was a surprise, born three years after you were married. And then, five years later, my sister surprised everyone as well. Did you change your mind about the four kids? How did that go away?
I was pregnant with you, and I wound up with preeclampsia. And I never looked anything up about it. I didn't know anything about it. When you were about three or four years old, I finally looked it up, and I was like, holy crap! This was really serious. Mom and baby can die! Then when I was having a second baby, getting to the end, once again, I had preeclampsia. At that point, because I had preeclampsia two times out of two, I decided, "No, this is it. I'm not taking my chances."
About a year later, we moved to Pennsylvania. For the first time in his life, my father got something that really worked. DJing weddings was the first thing that he did really well.
Part of it was that people didn't really know him here in Pennsylvania. He could start fresh. Back in New York, he had a reputation, and also being one of ten kids, there was... everybody knew him. When I got married, I was getting out of the limousine, and his sister yelled over, "You got twenty minutes! Get out while you can!"







Commentarium (13 Comments)
Well, that was depressing.
I agree, poor woman
It's interesting to see one of these stories from a set of parents whose relationship wasn't ideal. A negative example can be just as instructive as a positive one. I do have to say though, I prefer the sweet, optimistic version of this feature, where people find ways to stay in love for 30 years, much more.
if its a depressing one, i think it'd be much more interesting to hear both sides of the story. even for the happy ones, having both sides is more interesting, but i feel like its more of a necessity for the unhappy stories.
You might like this one--the writer got her divorced parents to talk for the first time in years: http://www.nerve.com/love-sex/true-stories/before-you-were-born. Thanks for reading!
This is a really excellent interview. Great questions, and I love how forthcoming the mom is. It may be a bit darker than the typical entry in this series, but I like the combination of that darkness with the fact that it would appear there was still love in the relationship.
These are my favourite stories on Nerve.
Interesting.. Good questions.. good straightforward replies.. we don't often ask questions we don't want to hear the answers to... and we create our own truths from gathering proceeding data.. there is a great strength indicated, and certainty. I agree with dave1976, Love was present, or the answers would lead to envision something different... Thanks for the perspective!
I read these stories to find hope and sweetness in the rare occurrence of lasting love. this one just kinda depressed me from start to finish
..wait, are these my parents?! hmm, guess i won't have to write my own article now.
Unflinching and honest. But, being a romantic at heart, I loved the ending.
I liked the questions and the answers, but felt this was really incomplete -- did she ever let his father know the pain he caused her? Did the writer know his dad was a jerk, or not until he was older? Was there abuse going on? And at the end - how long after did he die, how old was the son when he died?
There's just not a lot of information here.
I truly appreciate the honesty in this one.