Are Married Women Happier Than Single Ladies?

Marriage Advice: Are Married Women Happier Than Single Ladies?

Being a half of a couple has its obvious perks, but that's no reason to rush into things.

"Greener pastures is a phrase most of us pick up and think about fairly early in life. It is rather sad that many people spend so much time thinking of other pastures that they never properly appraise their own." This quote from Bob Proctor makes me think about why single women are told their happiness will increase once they land a husband.

As a matchmaker, I have worked with women for over a decade assisting them in their search for a husband. Many single women believe that once they find their man, everything will be coming up roses. But having been on both sides of the fence, I will tell you that plenty of weeds manage to find their way into that rose garden as well. No one else can make you happy unless you are happy with yourself first, and the most important relationship that you can have is with yourself. Marriage isn't a magic potion for a wonderful life, but it still somehow has the allure that once you will meet that special person, everything will fall into place.

The fundamental problem with this mentality is simple. Men and women are different, and science and data are beginning to prove it. In our culture, around 50 percent of marriages end in divorce, and most serious relationships don't even make it to long-term. Need proof? Just think about the countless books written on the subject of relationships and how to communicate better with the opposite sex. We are clearly floundering in this area, desperate for guidance.

In their book, Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps, Barbara and Allan Pease say, "Women criticize men for being insensitive, uncaring, not listening, not being warm and compassionate, not talking, not giving enough love, not being committed to relationships, wanting to have sex rather than make love, and leaving the toilet seat up. Men criticize women about their driving, for not being able to read street directories, for turning maps upside down, for their lack of a sense of direction, for talking too much without getting to the point, for not initiating sex enough, and for leaving the toilet seat down."

The brain structures of men and women have evolved and changed in different ways over millions of years. We think differently, and have different behaviors and priorities. It is our hormones and brain-wiring that are mainly responsible for these differences. For instance, testosterone — yes, that hormone that makes your man oh-so-irresistably-manly — can also make your head spin. In short: marriage to a hot-headed man can be just as annoying as feeling lonely as a single gal.

As a quick example of this in action, I was recently treated to a side of testosterone with my coffee the other day. Now, I had heard that high levels of testosterone increase one's sense of pride and boost self-image. That made total sense as my neck snapped. Adolfo, my testosterone-fueled Latin "luh-vuh", was slamming on the brakes while simultaneously muttering expletives into the rearview mirror. Translation: someone was tailgating us, a crime not to go unnoticed, (or punished for that matter), by the proud man driving our salsa-red Toyota Scion.

My Starbucks vanilla soy latte sloshed in protest — a splatter of hot liquid onto my lap.


"That jerk is tailgating me!"

"Just move over, let him pass!" I pleaded.

"Shut up," Adolfo bellowed as he continued pumping the brake, more coffee and screaming spilling out. All of a sudden, the tailgater darted into the left hand lane, accelerated at top speed, cutting in front of us and slammed on his brakes.

I screamed louder. "OH MY GOD! WE ARE GOING TO DIE!"

"Stop screaming," Adolfo warned, hands flailing, middle finger communicating distain for his new enemy. Adolfo switched lanes and accelerated to the side of the culprit, yelling expletives all the way. 

I saw my life passing in front of me. "You're playing CHICKEN on the freeway?! Oh my God! What is the matter with you?! Stop it!" Adolfo assured me he knew what he was doing. I hyperventilated as I watched the tailgater take the next exit and disappear as quickly as he came: a tornado of fury, fueled by ego, pride and testosterone... his morning had certainly started off with a bang!

Now, if it were me in the driver's seat (which will never happen, because — ahem — someone is of the opinion that "I don't know how to drive") I would have just moved over and let the tailgater pass, but hey, that's just me. I do feel not only extremely fortunate, but I am sure that God has put me on the earth for a higher calling of some sort, because I am still above ground after three husbands-worth of testosterone-fueled car rides over the past thirty years. Keep reading...

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