Being the second wife.

I’ve got it good. I realize this.

My sweet husband was married before, but his first wife sounds like a fairly nice human. I’ve never met her – she lives across the country, and they didn’t have kids, so it’s not like there’s an awkward drop off / pick up scenario multiple times a week.

I got a fantastic guy with a bit of a broken heart and some random housewares. Basically, I got leftover wedding gifts, wedding gifts for which I did not have to write thank you notes. Pretty much a win.

When we merged households, I rather subconsciously got rid of stuff from Before. If we had duplicates of something, I chose to keep mine rather than keep his. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was trying to purge his first wife from our house. Sure, I’d keep the towels from her bridal registry, but I’d use them on the dogs. I sure as hell didn’t want them hanging in my bathroom, reminding me that I didn’t come first. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was a touch insecure.

I’ve mellowed in the 3 and a half years we’ve been married. Maybe because my initial purge was so successful, or maybe because I got over my fear of being devoured by marriage, of ceasing to be myself, of somehow being in competition with this other woman.

I did have a run-in with a leaky wooden salad bowl that left me cursing her name. But other than that? My Guy’s first wife isn’t on my mind. After all, I’ve already outlasted her. This means I won, right? (What did I just say about not being in competition? Hmm. I don’t recall.)

But Christmas is a tiny bit different. My sweet husband loves holiday decorations, and brought what can only be described as a shit ton of Christmas ornaments into our marriage. About 99.99% of these ornaments came from his first marriage.

We put them up. I will admit that they aren’t my favorite, but they’re Christmas ornaments. It’s not like you can actively hate a Christmas ornament, unless it plays music incessantly.

But there’s this one ornament.

It’s a gingerbread man. And on the back, written in Sharpie, it reads, “Our First X-Mas 2004.”

I hate this ornament. Why should I want an ornament that celebrates my husband’s first Christmas with someone else?

Now, I was once in a relationship where I was supposed to pretend that I had hatched the moment we started dating. I wasn’t supposed to talk about past relationships. It was a reflection on my boyfriend’s insecurity and narcissism, and it was somewhat debilitating. It denied me as a fully formed human.

I sure as hell wasn’t going to impose such craziness on my husband. Sure, let’s put up all those ornaments you bought with your ex! They are important to you. Look how loving and accepting I am!

Except that one ornament. I hate that ornament. It surpasses my capacity for grace.

Our first 2 Christmases together, we hung the gingerbread ornament and I wanted to say something, but I didn’t. Instead, I sulked just a teensy bit. Oh, woe to the second wife!

But this year? I pulled the ornament out of its bag and opened my mouth before I could even think about it. “This ornament makes me sad!” I exclaimed, holding that shady gingerbread man up for My Guy to see.

He looked at me blankly.

I turned the ornament over so he could read the inscription.

He looked at me blankly some more. Then he said, “Was that Foxie Doxie’s?”

And then I laughed like a hyena.  No, the ornament didn’t belong to my dead dog.

I spent years being hurt about an ornament that he had no knowledge or appreciation of. And I kept my mouth shut about it. But when I finally said, “No, this was from your first marriage,” My Guy just laughed and shrugged. “Throw it away,” he said.

But then I laughed some more, feeling crazy and free. “No! I don’t want to throw it away now,” I said. “Now, it’s hysterical!”

OK, maybe not the funniest thing ever. But a reminder to go ahead and open my big mouth, and to realize that maybe my assumptions are a little off-mark. And maybe I can chill out just a bit. It’s just marriage – it’s not that serious.

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  • Reply Jenny Hart Boren December 14, 2014 at 3:27 am

    My ex-husband's second wife (she was the girlfriend he left me for–thank goodness) has nothing [else] of mine. They've replaced everything several times over. I'm the one who got all the little doodads and detritus of a ten year marriage, including furniture from his childhood. And, oh yes, our kids. I know that if my kids or grandkids ever wish they had something from his side of the family, it's going to come from me. And after all this time? I'm sorry to generalize about men but they're right about this: it's just stuff.

  • Reply cookingwithgas December 14, 2014 at 12:55 pm

    Oh, take a sharper and add to that guy,something like, not would do it or change the date….add dates, he could really come into his own.
    Yep, sometimes we put way too much thought into the trivial stuff.
    Make it merry and bright.

  • Reply Green Girl December 14, 2014 at 2:55 pm

    I adore his answer. That's IT right there–and that moment told you exactly where his heart is at.
    That's the most important bit–you can always buy new stuff together.

  • Reply Becky December 14, 2014 at 11:04 pm

    I've hesitated about throwing out Christmas ornaments my MIL gave me from my husband's childhood. Turns out, he hated them too. And out they went.
    Yard sales are a great source of holiday decorations. Why not hit a few up this summer and restock? Because you can actually actively hate ornaments.

  • Reply Heather December 15, 2014 at 5:52 am

    I'm wife #3…and I have a hard time decorating the tree, too. My husband basically had 40 years of accumulated memories, both his own and his kids', and I had nothing to contribute in terms of ornaments. Now, six Christmases later, I'm finally starting to feel represented on our tree. Kudos to you for not being too crazy about it. If I had found that ornament I would have gone full blown neurotic.

  • Reply Kari December 15, 2014 at 1:46 pm

    OMG that made me laugh.
    He had no idea…..
    Typical man but I would have felt the exact same way as you.

  • Reply smalltownme December 16, 2014 at 12:59 am

    That does illustrate the man/woman difference!

  • Reply slow panic December 20, 2014 at 2:15 pm

    men. honestly.

  • Reply Claudia from Idiot's Kitchen January 16, 2015 at 4:48 pm

    This is so great. Even though this is a first marriage (so far…we joke) for my husband and me, I can see him being the exact same way. In fact, we joke about having a "Divorce Box" in which I put all of the crap that came with him that I don't want hanging around the house.

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