Compromising in Marriage


Some friends of ours, who have been married longer than we have, joked that they decided early in their marriage that he would make all the major decisions and she would make all the minor decisions. And then he told us, with a grin, that 30-some-odd years later,  there haven’t been any major decisions! She just rolled her eyes and laughed.

Every marriage is different, of course, but Lyle and I have worked out a system of compromise in our own marriage that works well for us.

If it’s important to him but it doesn’t matter to me, he decides. If it’s important to me but it doesn’t matter to him, I decide.

The issues that are important to both of us are harder. We always talk things over to try to come to a decision together, but obviously, we don’t always agree. When that happens, one of us has to “give in.” We don’t keep “score” to determine whose turn it is to be the one to “win,” but we’ve learned that disagreements aren’t worth stressing our relationship.

The talking-things-through piece of that process is essential. We are currently in discussions about whether or not to trade cars. Now, in my opinion, he gets the urge to trade cars way too often. If the car runs and gets decent gas mileage, that’s all that’s important to me. I honestly don’t see a need for anything more.

However, if you’ve read my blog for any length of time at all, you will remember that Lyle is a driver. It’s what he chooses to do for relaxation every chance he gets. If you gave the man a choice between a luxury cruise or a road trip, he wouldn’t even have to think twice. The road trip would win, hands-down.

On the other hand, I only took driver’s ed when I was 16 because I realized that it would be pretty impractical to be an adult without a driver’s license in rural or small-town America (which is where I’ve lived most of my life). My driver’s ed teacher flat-out told me he gave me a C in the class because he liked me, and because I was a good student in his science class. Much as it pains me to admit it, I had to take the driving test 3 times before I finally passed. In my defense, the test in that state involved backing around a series of cones without knocking them over. Maybe that’s not hard for you, but it was for me.

I do love road trips, but I’m more than happy to be the passenger. For me, driving is just a way to get where I’m going.

This is why cars are important to Lyle, and they aren’t to me. And it’s also why, every time Lyle brings up the idea of trading cars, we end up with a drawn-out “discussion.” I can’t think of very many times over the years when I’ve actually wanted to trade cars, but we’ve done it many times. There have also been many times when Lyle did want to trade cars, but we didn’t.

And so, we’re in that discussion again. As we talked about it last night, he was just about to be the one to give in, when I asked a vital question. “Why is it important to you to get this different car?” I didn’t understand what was wrong with the car we have. All I could see was that the “new” car would be, well, newer. Shinier. Turns out, that had nothing to do with it. The car Lyle was considering has a bigger engine and it handles better in traffic. I had no clue. Those things are not important to me. But they are to him.

I’m glad I asked. Now that I understand (sort of) why it’s important to him, I’m willing to go along with him on this. Next time you see me, I may very well be driving a “new” car, even if I do think it’s completely unnecessary.

Don’t even get me started on the difference between “The Wife’s Car” and “The Man’s Truck.” Suffice it to say that there’s really no such thing as “The Wife’s Car” in this marriage. Not that I care. I don’t. I just think it’s funny that the car salesman thinks there is.

{Photo credit: Dori Overman}

One Comment

  • Sheila @ Making the Most of Every Day

    What a sweet post! We just purchased our SIXTH vehicle! Michael really REALLY needed a truck in order to market Bedder Covers. I told him I’d get rid of the van and drive the truck. I really don’t care what I drive anymore. Well, that’s not true. I want it to be safe and comfortable but I’m not above driving a truck. Timothy bought a car. We are keeping the “third” vehicle for when Annie begins driving in a few months. We have the jeep for sale but no nibbles yet. Michael has his work vehicle which is a Ford Flex. So yes. Six cars. We have to park a few down at my parents’ house because they won’t all fit in the driveway and we live on a cul-de-sac.

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