Quite a few of you reached out after my previous post, and I really enjoyed engaging with each of you about it. Many said, they’ve noticed the imbalance in their own relationships, but they really appreciate the freedom to negotiate unlike the previous generation. The regular check-ins really help. I agreed.
I’ve been travelling lots over the last month for my relationships course at IIT, and so I haven’t been able to write as much. The one thought that’s been cold brewing in my head is this - what if there is a hidden cost to this freedom of actively negotiating marriage, one couple at a time?
No one’s talking about it.
But we’re perennially vigilant of our relationships, always deliberately steering, even when we’re too tired to know what we’re steering toward, or why we can't just stop.
Over the last few years, my husband and I have navigated so many changes in life - covid, multiple jobs, businesses launched and closed, and a second child raised in a very different environment than the first. We’ve been constantly renegotiating our way through these transitions, with barely any time to rest in between. We are exhausted, but we wish we weren’t. And so we keep focussing on how not to be exhausted, and that makes us even more exhausted.
The very act of evaluating our relationship alters the relationship. Like Heisenberg's uncertainty principle - the moment you attempt to measure something, you disturb it.
When modern couples check-in constantly, they don't just talk about their relationship, they begin to live in that conversation about it. The check-in becomes its own relationship, sitting above the actual marriage - like a meta-relationship.
Over time, many of us find ourselves inhabiting that meta-layer more than the real thing, analysing the connection more than feeling it, and managing the relationship instead of actually being in it.
Someone once explained an idea - relationships have periods of stability and periods of transition, and one must be extra vigilant during the transitions. The wisdom here was that you rest during stability, and brace during change.
But what happens when there is no stability to rest in?
Well, that is precisely the predicament most modern couples deal with.
They are navigating near-constant transition with barely any breathing room in between. The vigilance never lifts, and ‘check-in’ is the tool we reach for to manage it. I know this because I've recommended it myself - constant communication, active negotiation and recalibration.
But now, I am actually pausing to ask myself, and you too, whether the very tool we've been handed to protect modern relationships might sometimes be working against the very thing it's trying to preserve?
Our emotions arise from the real relationship. But because we struggle to sit with them, we retreat into cognition by analysing the relationship instead of inhabiting it.
Part of what makes modern marriage different from any that came before is that there is no script. Earlier generations had rigid, often deeply unfair roles but those roles did one thing well - they settled, in advance, who absorbed what, who carried the financial anxiety, who carried the emotional labour and who made which decisions without having to discuss them.
The contract was terrible, but it did a decent job of absorbing the overhead of marital coordination. Now, we have torn up that contract, and rightly so, but without replacing it with anything stable or institutional just yet.
In the interim, what we have is permanent negotiation - who does what, who feels what, who needs what and who gives what. Every decision, large and small, is up for discussion. Every role is provisional. This may sound like freedom, and in many ways it is. But in reality, it functions more like chronic, low-grade exhaustion.
The relationship starts to accumulate what I can only describe as administrative overhead or a constant background cost of running the thing, separate from actually living inside it, which is no longer absorbed by the society or the institution. It is all upto the couple now.
I grew up watching my parents' marriage closely, as most children do. Whenever something felt unfair in their dynamic, I made a mental note that I would fix that in my own relationship. But I never once questioned what the accumulated weight of all those negotiations would cost me.
Every argument I made for change was justified with "for the greater good" - early correction for lifelong harmony, for my children, for some better version of marriage for a future generation and so on. What I didn't account for was the bill arriving in the present, in me, in my exhaustion.
We aren’t failing at modern marriage. We’re winning it. And yet, it’s breaking us.
And here is what nobody tells you about long-term relationships with demanding responsibilities - they are dense. There is not enough time to resolve everything neatly. Some things will remain unresolved. That is not dysfunction. That is just the density of a life being lived together.
But we have developed a particular habit that makes all of this harder than it needs to be. Every disagreement now becomes data. A tense dinner, a dropped conversation, a week without sex, and the mind goes immediately to …
what does this mean about us?
are we drifting?
are we incompatible?
is this the beginning of something worse?
Sometimes it means nothing. Yes, nothing. Sometimes it means this week is heavy and we don’t have the bandwidth for elegance right now. Not everything is symbolic. Some friction is just logistical collision inside an overcrowded life. Just noise. Not a signal.
The exhaustion isn’t just from the negotiating. It’s from the narrating. The relentless interpretation of every small thing as evidence. There’s a difference between ignoring problems and not turning every problem into a referendum on the marriage. We’ve lost that discernment, and that is costing us.
Maybe we need the ability to experience friction without feeling the immediate compulsion to turn it into meaning. Maybe we need to learn to turn towards one another, without first analysing whether the turning is warranted.
And maybe that's the thing modern marriage, with all its sophisticated tools, has made hardest of all - the capacity to simply be with another person, without measuring what it is.
Do you relate to this? I’d love to hear your experience.
Banger post.
Me and my wife have always prided ourselves on being free from the shackles of gender roles. We wrote out own script.
The price you pay for writing your own script in marrige, like in anything else, is that you're on you own. It's on YOU to make sense of it. There is no one to ask. It's sort of like being an aethist - you've abandoned god and your fellow men and have to make sense of your life on your own.
It was good for a few years but shit just got real - we are expecting our first kid in three months. And we both suspiciously find ourselves falling into the gender roles we've fought. They feel comfortable like an old sofa that has learned the shape of your body.
My wife is suddenly ok with not working for some time, she often jokes(?) about never wanting to go back to work. She talks to her parents and my parents much more. It's clear that we will need their support. Since she has stopped working she is taking care of things around the house much more and I don't think about this stuff.
Maybe we were rebels without a cause? But I don't think so. In every other area of life I've chosen to do my own thinking and live by my own rules. For me that has always worked out better. But this might be the real test.