'Don't marry a loser' : By Harnidh Kaur

 

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Harnidh Kaur is author of the book ‘The Girls Are Not Fine’

 

…………………  Okay. Now I can define what a loser is. Because the women I spoke to were very clear that it wasn’t what most people picture.

The loser is not usually the obviously bad option. If he were obvious, women wouldn’t choose him. The loser is recognizable only in retrospect, or to people who know what they’re looking at, or to the friend who’s been with a loser, or to a psychologist (I guess?!) or to the woman who’s spent five years trying to figure out why she feels so exhausted all the time despite nothing specifically being wrong.

The composite definition, assembled from thirty women who have loved it, lived it, left it, or narrowly escaped it, is this: a loser is a man who thinks of marriage as something he is being given rather than something he is building. A man who believes the baseline is that you take care of him, and anything extra he does is a bonus worth remarking upon. A man whose career is a priority and yours is a lifestyle choice. A man who takes pride in what you accomplish but feels no responsibility for what you carry.

He’s not a monster. He often loves you, in the way people love a great vacuum cleaner, in that it make their lives easier. But there’s a particular mode of thinking he cannot exit, one in which he is the protagonist and you are the support infrastructure, and if you try to renegotiate that arrangement, the relationship starts to feel, to him, like it’s being threatened.

A loser is the man who “helps” with the housework, and the verb is the tell. Helps, as if it were your project and he were a generous volunteer. A loser is the man who needs to be asked, every time, because asking is apparently not a skill he has identified a reason to develop. A loser is the man who says he’ll “babysit” his own children when you leave the house, because the language of babysitting assumes childcare is your default responsibility and his is an act of temporary coverage.

In the Indian middle-class context, you are not just choosing a person. You are choosing a family, a set of expectations, and, most critically, a man’s willingness to protect you from the parts of those expectations that aren’t yours to carry. A loser in this context is not just the man who won’t share the housework. He’s the man who is privately supportive but publicly spineless. Who will help you cook dinner for twelve people but won’t tell his mother that hiring a cook is a reasonable thing to do. Who will have an apologetic smile on his face when he throws you under the bus for an obscene familial request and then say something like ‘Yaar, mummy papa hai na.’ Who calls himself progressive but expects you to perform the bahu role on festival days, family visits, and every occasion where his family is watching.

What a good partner does (and I have seen this, it exists) is establish the terms early. He makes clear to his family, before it ever becomes a point of conflict, that his partner’s participation in their customs is her choice and not their entitlement. He doesn’t ask her to call his parents mom and dad. He lets her build her own equation with them, on her own terms. He treats her as his partner, not as someone who has stepped into a predefined role that his family designed before she arrived. That’s not a high bar. But it is one that a surprising number of men cannot clear, because clearing it requires them to occasionally disappoint the people they grew up trying to please, and that, for a certain kind of man, is simply not on the table.

Here is the manifestation of loser that took me longest to understand, because it looks most like love when you’re inside it: the gentle resentment of your success. He’d never say he’s threatened. He’d be horrified at the suggestion. He would probably tell you (and believe himself while saying it) that he’s your biggest supporter. But watch what happens when you’re the one being celebrated. When you get the promotion, the visibility, the recognition, the raise, the LinkedIn kudos, the crappy corporate gift bag. Watch how his energy shifts shape. Watch whether the jokes he makes about your success don’t quite land as jokes, because they aren’t really jokes, are they? …………..

 

…………. The divorced women told me the hardest part.

You cannot un-loser a man. A loser is a loser until he decides not to be one. You cannot love him into transformation. You cannot patience him into a better version of himself. You cannot out-communicate or out-therapise or out-endure him into change. The women who believed they could (and some of them believed it with tremendous conviction and real love) didn’t fix him. They spent their best years trying, and came out with less of themselves than they’d brought in.

One friend said “I married him thinking he had potential. And I spent seven years confusing potential with promise. Potential is what he could be. Promise is what he’s committed to becoming. Those are not the same thing. You cannot build a life on potential.”

The ones who are genuinely happy (and there are some, more than I expected!) did not luck out. The framing of marital happiness as luck is one of the more damaging stories we tell women. The happy ones chose carefully. They paid attention to data points most people dismiss as too small to matter: how he talked about his exes, how he handled it when things didn’t go his way, how his energy changed when she succeeded, whether he could apologise without the apology becoming a second argument about her behaviour. They trusted their instincts even when the instincts were inconvenient, even when inconvenience arrived after three years of investment. They made a decision with their eyes open, and now they’re reaping the returns on a good early call.

The ones who are divorced all said some version of the same thing too: I knew. Somewhere under all the reasons I had for staying, I knew. There were signs I saw and talked myself out of because I loved him, or because I’d already been with him for years and the sunk cost felt real, or because everyone around me was getting married and I didn’t want to be left behind, or because log kya kahenge? (classic). All of those reasons felt, in the moment, like enough. None of them were. 

The research on masculine defensiveness isn’t just an explanation for my X comments section. It’s also a portrait of something genuinely sad. A 2019 study found that men who hold traditional gender ideology and find themselves economically dependent on their partners carry significantly higher physiological stress markers. The body measures the cost of an identity that can’t accommodate reality. A man whose self-worth is so tightly tied to a particular performance of masculinity that any deviation from it registers as existential threat is not, on any available evidence, a man who is having a good time. The loser I described, the man who withdraws when you’re celebrated, who resentfully monitors the gap between your success and his, who needs to be the protagonist in a story that’s increasingly about you, the one who’s a bit of an oblivious numpty, is not a happy person. He is a person whose self-concept is so fragile that it cannot coexist with your thriving.

That is worth knowing. He isn’t doing it to you. He’s doing it to himself, and you happen to be in the way.   

So here is the composite advice from thirty women, assembled across thirty separate conversations:

The quality of your marriage will be determined almost entirely by who you choose. Not by how hard you work at it, not by the depth of your love, not by the sophistication of your communication frameworks, not by borrowed lessons, not by hoping for miracles. By who he was when you chose him and who he is willing to keep becoming. Everything else is maintenance on that original decision, and no amount of maintenance can repair a foundation that was wrong from the start. The research across decades, methodologies, and twelve different countries confirms exactly this: the partner variable is structural, not situational.

I’m still thinking about marriage. Still, if I’m being honest, a little scared of it. But this advice has changed how I understand the decision. I used to believe a good marriage was something you built together from whatever you had. I now believe a good marriage is something you protect together, but only if you chose each other well in the first place.

Don’t marry a loser. Everything else follows from that.

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