Becoming Sister Wives: The Story of an Unconventional Marriage (3 page)

It’s the same with my wives, but on a much more intimate level. I love them for different reasons—for their different strengths and their different passions and talents. I love them for their weaknesses and their humanity. But I don’t love one more or less than the others.

Being in love with four women is easy, but not easy at the same time. Since my wives are so different from one another and so independent, each of my marriages is distinct and each is dynamic in its own way. I can’t always pinpoint the moment I fell in love with each of my individual wives, and I don’t always feel that love all the time, but the love is so deep I can’t imagine being without it. Our bond is the kind of thing you know you need for the rest of your life, not in a codependent way, but in a way that bonds us so deeply that when I have been away from any one wife too long, I feel an emotional ache.

To be honest, I am not sure if any one of my wives could fulfill all my needs, nor do I believe that I am fulfilling all of theirs. Janelle and I can talk business. With Christine I can enjoy the lightness of being together. With Meri the world is structured and organized, her house is peaceful and in order. When Robyn came into the family, she brought about an emotional honesty that required me to start dealing with things I’d avoided.

A lot of people wonder if there’s a plan or a system for taking a new wife. If there is, I’ve yet to see it. The only requirement is that I have a spiritual connection with a woman I’m considering courting, and that she feel connected not only to me but also to my family. In some cases in our faith, the woman makes the first move. If she feels drawn to a certain family or man, she can make her interest known through her father. But she must
be willing to join herself not only to her potential husband but also to his wives.

Of course, a man must have the permission of his wives to consider a courtship. After all, the woman he wishes to court is going to be as much a part of his wives’ lives as she will be of his. If my wives didn’t want me to pursue a relationship with someone, I’d have no choice but to obey their wishes. My first duty is to them.

I married my first wives relatively quickly and relatively young by conventional standards, if not those of our faith. Each relationship developed along its own lines, for its own reasons, with its own trajectory. After sixteen years together as a family, I found myself in the position to pursue a new courtship. I was as surprised by this as my wives were, and I knew that it would involve a serious adjustment on their part. If I hadn’t had their blessing, I’d never have gone forward with courting Robyn. Family always comes first.

Standing backstage in Los Angeles, I’m growing nervous. I know that when I go public there will be questions about sex. It’s America’s obsession, after all. Even though my show is a family television program on a family-oriented network, the world wants to know what goes on behind closed doors. All I’m going to say is my marriages aren’t different from anyone else’s in that respect. As in most relationships, passion is always there, but it waxes and wanes. With each wife, we go through phases. There are the demands of work and kids—all the regular things that interfere with a couple’s private life. The one constant is that I keep my four marriages distinct and discreet. There is no overlap, no “sharing,” nothing untoward or salacious.

There are many benefits and blessings to our lifestyle. We are a large family, and not one of us will ever know loneliness again.
We are a team, a strong foundation on which we’ve raised our children. My wives support one another. They can lean on one another for small favors and for large ones.

Our biggest struggles have been financial. There have been lean times. It took me longer than I’d hoped to establish myself in a career, especially with wives to support. Of course, all of my income goes to the family. I try my best to allocate money evenly and according to who needs it most. If a wife needs a bigger car because she is expecting a new child, I prioritize that. If another wife needs help completing a major home repair, this takes precedence over something more trivial.

All of my wives contribute significantly to both their individual households and the family as a whole. Before we went public, several of them worked full-time. They support their kids, and what is left over they kick into large group expenses such as mortgages. If one of my wives chooses not to work in order to stay home and look after our kids, I make sure she is taken care of. If another wife makes a bundle while her sister wife is looking after the kids, she will share her bounty. If someone has a windfall from tax returns or inheritance, then she usually shares a good portion of it. Although my wives are fiercely independent and entirely self-sufficient, they never let anyone go without. We are a family of equals.

I want to stress that equality and fairness are our guiding principles. Since there is only one of me and four of them, I am often considered the patriarch. Unfortunately, this word has acquired a negative connotation these days. I’m appealed to on a regular basis, simply because I’m the common denominator—I’m the basic element that my wives and children share. I’m a father to all the children and a husband to all my wives. Despite this, I rarely make unilateral decisions. If asked, I will choose the direction in which the train runs, but my wives are the ones who keep it on the track and running. They are the force behind our family.

I know the world wants definitions to understand us. They want to know who is the smart wife, who is the homemaker, who is the silly one, who is the mean one. But I won’t let my family be pigeonholed. Our relationships are complex and they are constantly evolving. Ours is a process that elevates us and allows us to abide in God’s presence.

I have a goal in mind of what my family is supposed to be and look like. It’s supposed to be happy and peaceful and free. I imagine a unity that comes from joy, not from overwhelming sacrifice or pain, anguish, and suffering. I don’t want my family to suffer for the sake of God, because if we are suffering for the sake of God in this life, we may not be happy with Him in the next one.

Privately we’ve arrived at this unity, this peace, but publicly we are still subject to prejudice. We are misunderstood. We are outsiders. And this is what has brought me here to Beverly Hills. This is why we are about to show our faces to the world and announce that we are polygamous and we are proud!

I never want my children to live in fear. I never want them to be forced to deny any part of themselves. I want them to live openly as siblings. I don’t know whether my children will enter into the principle. I don’t know whether they will live the life of polygamy. Some will be called to it and others won’t. But regardless of their choices, I want the world to be a more free and understanding place for them to grow up in. I want them to feel safe in their family, and if they choose polygamy for their future, I want them to do so knowing that they will not be treated as second-class citizens. What we do with our bodies and our hearts is the most important choice of all.

My heart is pounding as I step onto the stage. I can feel the smile plastered on my face. It’s my defense mechanism—this silly grin. There’s a sea of faces in the auditorium. The audience
is silent. I can’t tell what they’re thinking. I feel the smile slip from my face. My heart is in my mouth.

Suddenly the audience begins to clap. I feel the atmosphere begin to warm. I sense that they are drawn to us. I think they are ready to hear our story.

I spent the early years of my life living in California with my parents, both of whom were devout followers of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. When I was a baby, my mom had a friend who left the LDS church because she practiced plural marriage. When my mom learned about this, it piqued her interest, and she began studying the principle as well. Soon after, she suggested to my dad that the family move to Utah. He didn’t know her religious reasons at the time, but he said sure, let’s move—though it took them four and a half more years of research and studying the principle before they actually did. We finally moved to Utah when I was five years old.

It was my mother who urged my father to take his first plural wife. He did, and she joined the family when I was only five, but I still have fond memories of her. Unfortunately, it was a short marriage with no children, and she left two years later. When I was ten, my mom and dad once again brought a new wife into the family. I didn’t think there was anything strange about it—in fact, I was excited. I was a shy kid and didn’t make friends easily. When I found out that the woman my father was courting was from a large polygamous family, I was thrilled to have the
chance to get to know a whole new group of people and be able to make more friends. Our family grew quickly. Eventually, my father took four wives in addition to my mother. In total, I have twenty-seven siblings!

I was in a slightly easier position than many of my siblings who came from my father’s second, third, fourth, or fifth marriages. Since I was the child of my father’s first marriage, his “legal” one, it was simple and natural for my father to be my father in public. Since polygamy isn’t widely accepted, for the other kids, it could be more difficult to acknowledge their father publicly. To my father’s credit, he “owned,” that is, acted as a true father to, every one of my brothers and sisters.

Growing up, I always assumed I would live the polygamous lifestyle. It was the tradition in which I was raised. My biological parents and my mother’s sister wives all seemed happy for the most part. Of course there were the normal ups and downs that happen in any family. I loved being part of a large family; it felt normal and comfortable. My parents, however, never pushed me toward the principle. They wanted me to make my own decisions and come to plural marriage, if I chose, through my own route.

My parents’ only rule about religion was that I had to go to church, but this isn’t so different from millions of parents around the world. It was always made clear to me that whatever religion I embraced as an adult—whether our branch of fundamentalism, LDS, or something else—was entirely up to me.

Despite the fact that I was shy, I managed to make a number of friends outside our church group. I worked at a portrait studio and became friendly with many of my coworkers, which helped me to overcome my shyness. Perhaps because I interacted with so many people outside my faith when I was a teenager, for a time I really questioned whether or not I was going to live the principle of plural marriage. I was struggling to find my way and
discover my own identity within our close-knit community and the requirements of our faith—and then I met Kody.

I was raised in the LDS faith. Both of my parents were devout Mormons. However, when I was fourteen years old, my mother pulled me aside and explained to me some of the doctrines of Mormonism that are a little more intense. One of these is that of celestial plural marriage. The moment my mother described the principle to me, I had a feeling that this was something I was going to follow. I had no idea how or when, I just knew.

Of course, being young and stubborn, I battled hard against this calling. In the LDS church there’s absolutely no opportunity to explore plural marriage. It’s simply not done. Plural marriage is one of the few things that sets the Mormon fundamentalist faith apart from followers of the LDS church. The religions are similar, but this one difference is astronomical. Embracing it meant leaving the faith of my childhood forever.

When I was nineteen, I was sent on my LDS mission to southern Texas. During the two years I spent proselytizing for the Mormon church, the doctrine of plural marriage was constantly on my mind. It spoke to me. It called to me. But I still had no idea what to do with this summons.

While I was away in the ministry in Texas, I got a letter from my mother telling me that my parents had been excommunicated from the LDS church and had joined a fundamentalist Mormon faith. I thought,
Well, this is interesting
. But I was still too hardheaded to see it as a sign that I should follow in their footsteps. My parents’ excommunication from the Mormon church broke my heart. I was deeply concerned about their spiritual welfare,
but God spoke peace to me. I continued my service in the mission field and finished my two-year calling.