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Relationship expert Dalma Heyn asks not what is good for marriage but what is good for women in marriage—a question, she finds, that promises a much different answer and more fulfilling lives
Marriage, as we are told, makes a woman complete, more womanly. Why, then, do so many brides discover that the fun-loving, passionate single gal they used to be has been transformed into a woman recognizable only as a wife—a woman who unconsciously represses her own needs, wants, and ...

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Relationship expert Dalma Heyn asks not what is good for marriage but what is good for women in marriage—a question, she finds, that promises a much different answer and more fulfilling lives
Marriage, as we are told, makes a woman complete, more womanly. Why, then, do so many brides discover that the fun-loving, passionate single gal they used to be has been transformed into a woman recognizable only as a wife—a woman who unconsciously represses her own needs, wants, and vitality “for the sake of the marriage”? Attacking the pervasive cultural myths that ask a wife to choose between her marriage and her own growth and self-expansion, Marriage Shock explores the ways in which wives can overcome deeply ingrained social and personal expectations and flourish both as wives and as individuals. This ebook features a new introduction by Dalma Heyn and an illustrated biography including rare photos from the author’s personal collection.

With American women initiating two thirds of all divorces, the controversial, bestselling author of The Erotic Silence of the American Wife explores why the institution of marriage is failing them and what can be done. Marriage Shock will promote a vigorous debate over how husbands and wives can reinvent our most rigid institution so that both spouses will have marriages in which they can thrive. 224 pp. National ads. Author tour. 50,000 print.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Editor and writer Heyn The Erotic Silence of the American Wife advocates here a radical transformation of marriage to save the institution. She presents convincing anecdotal evidence, based on interviews with young wives, that modern women are still victimized by the 17th-century ideal of a "good wife," who not only is responsible for the success of the marital union but also must give up her own ideas, pleasures and pastimes to achieve harmony with her husband. The author presents an interesting historical overview of the good wife, who, according to Heyn, was exemplified in 17th- and 18th-century books of conduct for wives, some of which she quotes from. Heyn advises women to support one another and to maintain their own identities after marrying, rather than compromising themselves within marriage as a way of avoiding divorce. Readers should note that Heyn's advice is directed only to middle-class women-the group on which her study is based. Advertising; author tour. Apr.
Library Journal
The divorce rate is so high, Heyn contends, because newly married women are gripped by the vision of the self-sacrificing Victorian "angel of the house," suppressing their true personalities and needs not at the instigation of their husbands but in homage to this outmoded ideal. Aside from the fact that nothing but anecdotal evidence is offered to support this contention, the book's problem is that this is basically all it says; thus, it seems tedious though it is short. Many feminist authors, from Virginia Woolf to Carol Gilligan, have discussed the same issue in a broader context. Since the author's previous book (The Erotic Silence of the American Wife, LJ 6/15/92) was successful, public libraries may need to purchase for demand; otherwise, this title can be skipped. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 12/96.]-Mary Ann Hughes, Neill P.L., Pullman, Wash.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781453211533
  • Publisher: Open Road Media
  • Publication date: 2/8/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 206
  • Sales rank: 1,269,377
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Dalma Heyn, who earned her master’s degree in social work at New York University, has been writing about love, marriage and relationships for twenty-five years. She is the bestselling author of The Erotic Silence of the American Wife, Marriage Shock, and Drama Kings, as well as the host of the regionally broadcast television program The Love Goddess Show. She is the former editor in chief of Health magazine, executive editor of McCall’s, and columnist for Mademoiselle and New Woman. She has appeared as a social commentator and guest author on Oprah, Good Morning America, Today, and The View, among others.

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Marriage Shock

The Transformation of Women into Wives

By Dalma Heyn


Copyright © 1997 Dalma Heyn
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-1153-3


Matrimorphosis: Women into Wives

She felt that she had entered a new world, some unknown planet entirely different from anything she had known and loved; everything in her life and thoughts was upset. This strange question occurred to her; Did she love her husband? He suddenly appeared a stranger who she hardly knew. Three months earlier she had not been aware of his existence; now she was his wife. What did it all mean? Why should one fall into marriage so quickly, as into an abyss suddenly yawning before one's feet?


"SO HOW ARE YOU?" Ella asks her married sister, three months after the family wedding that dazzled two hundred guests. Two months earlier, still recovering from the elaborate celebration, still unwrapping toasters and roasting pans, Judy had answered the same question: "Terrific." Now she tries to assure her baby sister with feigned good cheer. "How am I?" she repeats, throwing her head back the way she used to when she still smoked, inhaling air between tight lips, taking the question into her lungs. Then she looks up again, back from thought and into her sister's eyes: "I'm okay. Really. Fine." She smiles. Ella catches the deflation in her sister's voice, notices the falseness of just one quick gesture—the way Judy intended to look straight at her when she exhaled but dodged her eyes for just a split second. But she doesn't want to pry.

Ella is not used to having to be careful around her sister. They had always been so open: From the time they were young teenagers, they would shut their bedroom door and talk to each other. No topic was taboo. When one was in love, she told the other one all the details. When one was angry at the other, she never kept it pent up; they'd always battle it out. Sometimes they hated each other, but always, always, they talked.

"How's Jack?" Ella asks a few weeks later, trying again.

"He's great," Judy says, as if talking to their mother. "Working too hard, of course, but loving it. Or at least loving being a good earner and provider."

Hating the sharpening chill that nips their conversation, Ella takes a breath. "You know, sweetie ... we never discuss Jack in any real way."

"What do you mean?"

"We only talk about how hard he works, what a good father he'll be, what kind of job he's up for. We never talk about anything that has to do with you. I mean, what's it like being married to this man? What's he like, inside? You're my sister, and suddenly you and I are locked in this conversation that could be taking place between two acquaintances: 'Oh really? You paid the mortgage? Well, swell! I'm off to the cleaners. Have a great day!' " And then she blurts it out: "I feel as if you're afraid to talk to me about what you really feel."

"Oh," Judy says sadly.

Ella knows her sister so well. She knows that tone of voice—the muted, childlike tone that betrays Judy's feelings the instant she utters the first word. And today what Ella hears is confusion and sadness. "Speak to me!" she wants to shout. "What's happened to you? Do you want me to come get you? Take you away from this thing, whatever it is, that's come over you?"

Judy doesn't know what has come over her. Sometimes she thinks nothing has, it's just that she's married now and her allegiance has shifted; she doesn't want to say anything that would betray her husband. Or maybe it's just that people who aren't married—Ella included—can't understand that things really are different, that marriage is not just a piece of paper. It has changed her life.

If she sounds different, well ... maybe that's how a wife sounds.

Other times, though, Judy longs for Ella to rescue her, to break through the film of ice that is slowly encasing her. Why should things be so different that she can't speak about them? She wants to cry out to Ella, "Yes, do get through; I am feeling strange, tell me why, push me to try. How can I have everything I've ever wanted and still feel this way? Make me speak; don't leave me! Something is wrong."

What gets her most of all is this feeling that whatever it is she does feel cannot be shared any longer. Even her closest friends and family, even her beloved sister, can't understand. It's her discomfiture alone, and so unexpected she can't even find the language to describe the strain. Not only can't she admit it, she doesn't even know what "it" is. She keeps thinking, I'm a new bride, for God's sake. When will I ever be happier? Yet the core of that happiness eludes her. She feels deeply, profoundly, not like herself.

This is What Tracy wore to the annual Christmas party given by Tom's firm: a little cropped red mohair cardigan over the tight, short black leather skirt she credits with helping to "conquer" Tom, suede shoes with a tiny Louis heel—elegant but sturdy enough for dancing—and a miniature satin backpack, so her hands could be free. She wore her cropped, auburn hair very spiky, punked out the way she liked it, with just a touch of lavender in the fine wisps at her hairline.

She was twenty-five. She had looked forward to this party every year since she'd begun dating Tom four years before, because there was always a terrific band, and while her fiancé didn't dance, two of his closest colleagues, Jake and Peter, were as fanatic rock and rollers as she was.

When Tracy and Tom arrived, each went to a different part of the bar. She poured herself some eggnog; Tom got a double scotch on the rocks. Tracy checked to make sure her dance partners were in sight and waited impatiently for the band to start up. "Well, it was nice knowing you," Tom said amiably when it did.

"So?" Tom said when they got back to his apartment. "Did you have fun?"

"I don't know who Fred is, but he sure can dance."

"Fred is the mailboy," her fiancé said. He pulled her to him and stroked the soft leather of her skirt. "I love your hair like this," he said. "And I love this skirt."

"I know that," she said. "It's a magic garment that lets me dance with lots of men all night and still go home with the man I adore. I owe it all to this skirt."

What Tracy wore to that same Christmas party a year later, the year she married Tom, was harder to choose. Over Tom's protests, she had given away her treasured little black leather skirt, so that was out. She rejected a little sweater dress as too short, too sexy. She decided to wear a proper, more businessy suit—a plummy tweed one with flecks of gray in it.

When Jake came over to ask her to dance, she went, but she was worried about Tom, who, she noticed, was drinking much more than he normally did. "See you later, honey," she said as she left, managing to take his scotch with her, as if absentmindedly, to the dance floor.

"Why didn't you dance more?" Tom asked her when they got home.

"The band wasn't as good as usual," she said. That was true enough, but it wasn't the real reason. She didn't quite know the answer; all she knew was that she had fretted through most of the evening. The whole party had a different feel this year. She'd vowed to spend more time getting to know Tom's boss, and had ended up having a rather labored, self-conscious conversation with him—all the while wistfully aware of the music in the background. At "I Heard It Through the Grapevine" she wound her way over to Fred, but she was distracted. Tom, she thought again, was eating too much.

Should she really be dancing when she could be getting to know the people he worked with? Did she look inane lip-synching "On Broadway" in her knee-length business suit? She didn't know whether she felt too old, or too young, or what. She left the dance floor and went back to Tom's boss.

At this year's Christmas party, Tracy, now twenty-seven and married over a year, didn't dance at all. She was riveted by the secretaries, standing in separate groups. How sexy and lively they looked, so different from the wives! Tired secretary-and-boss jokes danced in her head. Jake and Peter waved. "Come on, Trace," they said as they passed her. "You're missing the best band yet! " She told them she was a little tired.

"Face it, you don't dance anymore!" Jake said. "You're getting old."

"Sure I dance!" Tracy protested. "Later, okay? After I get myself some food."

Antonia used to tell Jonathan all her sexual feelings. Her frankness about every detail of what she was experiencing was a quality Jonathan loved about her from the moment they began having sex—which was after the fourth date, a year before they married, each for the second time. Yet Antonia says this sexual openness was something she'd achieved only in her relationship with Jonathan, something she had with him right from the beginning, a gift, an amazing alliance that allowed her to be herself—hungry, experimental, dirty—for the first time in her life.

It was part of what made their relationship so fine, she felt, and for her it was hard-earned.

Never before had she felt so free to speak, so able to speak, during sex. When other men had asked, "What do you like?" she had mumbled words that mirrored whatever they were doing—less a nice-girl tactic to please her partner, she thought, than shyness and a deep uncertainty about what she did like.

But with Jonathan, she had found herself, from the very first time they made love, speaking out in response to his questions about what felt good and where, how firm or gentle she liked his touch. And she would reply: there, no, softer, no, more against the bone, yes, kind of in a circle there, right. Honesty about her feelings had characterized Antonia's sexual dynamic with Jonathan from the beginning, and for the three years they lived together.

Then they got married. And immediately, mysteriously, Antonia began holding back small details, tiny fragments of her thoughts and experiences, pieces of sexual knowledge. She began to feel awkward telling him what pleased her. She was a trifle more circumspect: "I was afraid Jonathan would want to know whom I'd done this or that with, " she says, adding that this was "hard to explain, because he already knew so much about me that it didn't quite make sense for me to withhold now. " Observing, though, that "he was more uptight about my old boyfriends, and even my former husband, after we married," her new reticence seemed to accommodate his new jealousy perfectly.

We tried to talk about it—we even called it "marriage-onset weirdness"—but we couldn't locate where it was coming from. But I was always nervous about hurting his feelings, sexually, or making him jealous. I began playing myself down a bit—not seeming too experienced or something. I started lying a little. I did it to make things okay with us, so we could return to our terrific lovemaking. It meant so much to me, and I wanted like hell not to lose it.

Her sudden demureness felt particularly odd since Jonathan already knew about her experiences and her appetite. He had already come to enjoy her "bossiness," as he called it, in bed—as well as her lapses into total passivity. He wasn't aware that he was putting any pressure on her to hold back after they married, and nor was she; she just felt "nervous about hurting his feelings." She'd have the urge to speak, to try new moves, but something stopped her: a strange new shame, a new impulse to be more protective of him, less assertive and lusty than she had been.

Worst of all, she felt less entitled to her fluctuating sexual moods:

I had tried so hard to learn to speak out for what I wanted—even when what I wanted was no sex for a while. I'd worked hard to overcome my shyness and repression. So when I began falling back into that shyness and repression with the one person I'd conquered it with, well, it was just terrible.

So now she lets Jonathan initiate all experimentation; he's the one who "leads" all the time.

This is the kind of postmarriage change in mood and behavior that at first had me scratching my head. Two emotionally close sisters reach a conversational stalemate, one hiding from the other her true experience of marriage. A lovely, sociable woman turns distracted and self-conscious after marrying, more alert to unnamed responsibility than to having fun, the caregiver at the party rather than the guest. A sexually sophisticated, mature woman gives up her agency and her voice during sex. But this almost unnoticeable movement away from spontaneity, while interesting to observe, seems almost too unimportant to record, as if so embedded in our understanding of a bride's new role that it's not worth discussing, let alone dissecting. Few of us would question Judy's wifely circumspection, Tracy's nurturing impulse toward her new husband, or Antonia's protective discretion; fewer still would suggest they give up their caring concern.

But as I trace this subtle, progressive diminution of presence, of pleasure, I think of those startling statistics that also defy our understanding. Certain numbers keep haunting me: Depression rates among married women are triple that of their single (never married, divorced, or widowed) female counterparts; severe neurosis among married women is three times that of single women. Here we are thinking that marriage contributes to women's health and well-being, and yet two of the country's most prominent researchers, Myrna Weissman and the late Gerald Klerman, reported almost a decade ago that married women suffer more nervous breakdowns, inertia, loneliness, unhappiness with their looks; more insomnia, heart palpitations, nervousness, and nightmares; more phobias; more feelings of incompetence, guilt, shame, and low self-esteem than single women. After looking carefully at all available data, in fact, they found marriage to be one of only two factors that contribute most to women's depression, the other being low social status.

Married women are far more depressed than married men—in unhappy marriages, three times more; and—interestingly—in happy marriages, five times more. In truth, it is men who are thriving in marriage, now as always, and who show symptoms of psychological and physical distress outside it. Not only their emotional well-being but their very lives, some studies say, depend on being married!

I noticed this queasy sea change at the altar years ago in the middle of writing a book on adultery, and I began devoting years to exploring what that "something" that happens is. I decided to trace it back to the very beginning of the marriage. And there I stumbled upon the truth of Henry James's observation: "There is a traditional difference between that which people know and that which they agree to admit they know, that which they feel to be a part of life and that which they allow to enter into literature." To which I would add: There's a difference between that which women know and that which the culture is willing to hear. Particularly when it concerns something as treasured as marriage.

And so whatever the "something" is that happens, whether it is unnoticeable or palpable, important or unimportant, a woman stifles her own knowledge, hiding it even from herself, even as she begins to feel, as Judy put it, so "unlike" herself. If not herself, who is she feeling like?

Karen, forty-six, has raised two children, now grown. She is divorced from their father, a man named Calloway, whose name she took when, at nineteen, she eloped with him. They left their Missouri hometown and married in a tiny city hall somewhere in the marshes of Louisiana, having stayed in New Orleans a week longer than they'd planned after the jazz festival, to obtain a license and blood test. She and Calloway support their children equally. Karen, an illustrator, has had fifteen children's books published. She used her name, her maiden name, on all of them, even though Calloway was the name she used for almost twenty years. She has now gone back to her given name full-time. She even had it changed legally.

So it was a surprise to Karen when her new husband, Sam, automatically used his own last name when introducing her to friends. Karen felt dissent in the pit of her stomach. She had become quite attached to her own "old" name; it stood for something, the hard-won achievement of knowing who she was, and she was proud of having gone to the trouble of honoring that legally. Yet she was unable to say a word of this to her husband. He'd told her once it would be easier for the neighbors if they both used the same name, and she had figured she'd deal with that later, if it came up.

But now "later" is here. And Karen finds it uncomfortable to go along with "just sort of using his name because it's so much easier for everyone else to deal with," yet she feels far more uncomfortable raising the subject with Sam, or correcting him, or making "a big deal" of it. "It will be blown up. I feel too old for this kind of tired issue," she says wearily. "I've thought of many different ways of handling it—ways that seem completely rational and painless for everyone. But I know Sam. And I know it would hurt him, whatever way I found to tell him or not tell him I was going to use my own name. As determined as I once was to get my name back, I will not risk fighting for it now. I will never bring it up."


Excerpted from Marriage Shock by Dalma Heyn. Copyright © 1997 Dalma Heyn. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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Table of Contents


1 Matrimorphosis: Women into Wives,
2 The Witness,
3 The Wife,
4 The Ghost of Marriage Past,
5 Marriage Shock,
6 Reverberations,
7 Of Two Minds,
8 The Protection Racket,
9 The Single Standard,
10 How to Murder a Wife,
A Biography of Dalma Heyn,
Selected Bibliography,

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