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Jane Wyman and Freddie Karger
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hen Jane Wyman and Freddie Karger married in 1951, they said it was forever. And they believed it. But sometime after their first wedding anniversary, the stars in Jane’s eyes began to dim. Freddie wasn’t so exciting anymore. Had she made a mistake? Had he changed? Or, perhaps, had she changed? What had happened to the romance she tell in her heart when they were first married?
Two years later, they were divorced. Their friends insisted that they would he miserable apart, that they needed each other to he happy. But it seemed that Jane and Freddie felt otherwise, at least at the time, and they remained apart. Then the years, lonely years, began to pass. Something seemed to he happening, something their friends couldn't explain. But they seemed to sense that the spark between Jane and Freddie was slowly rekindling. Some went so far as to predict that Jane would he Mrs. Karger again.
And then this year, ten years after they said their first / do's and seven years after were divorced. Jane and Freddie were married by a priest in a quiet ceremony at Newport Beach. California.
The remarriage made headlines in the Hollywood papers, hut the story behind the headlines could he the story of any woman who thinks the moonlight and roses have gone out of her love, who. in her restlessness, feels cheated.
On their first anniversary, Freddie had taken Jane to Dave Chasen’s restaurant. It seemed so perfect then, as if their happiness would he endless. And then there was the night they had suddenly gotten the crazy urge to recapture their youth and had driven to the beach and walked along the shore into early morning. Those had been fun days. Then, suddenly, as in so
many marriages, the little things that can go wrong began to mount up. Freddie stayed late at the studio to rehearse the band — always, it seemed, after Jane had spent a long day preparing a special dish for him. He had explained to her that it was part of his job. and that he wanted a perfection from his musicians that could he achieved only through hours of hard work.
“I know, Freddie,” she used to say, “but . . .”
And, after a while, the “hut’s” had come more f-\ often than kisses and the making up, and. before they knew it. the haggling had gone too far. One day they found themselves shouting at each other, saying they wished they'd never met. They didn't mean what they said, of course, hut cruel, hurtful words, even when spoken in the heat of an argument, can never he taken hack. And the next time they fought, it was worse. The words became a little stronger, and Jane found herself saying that she could live very well without him. When he stepped out the front door, hags in hand, she realized how sorry she was. hut it was too late.
As a friend put it, “Jane realized her mistake, hut she was too proud to call Freddie up and admit it.”
She seemed to live in a state of shock. Some of her good friends, well-intentioned, tried to arrange dates for her with eligible men in town. But it wasn t the same. It wasn’t Freddie.
She told one of her friends at the time:
“I realize that a lot of marriage is less exciting than what's portrayed in the movies, hut somehow you never believe yours will he hum-drum. ’
But. Freddie had gone, and she had tried to make the best of her life. There were good friends like
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