I am now at the point in my life where either my friends are getting engaged or married, or they are splitting up. Most people know my stance on marriage, and how I don’t believe it is necessary to stay in a committed and monogamous relationship. Yes, it does have its advantages if you have kids or for health reasons, or whatever, but I don’t think it is necessary if you plan on not having kids. One of the first things the beloved and I asked each other when we started dating was about kids: we both replied with “no.” Instead, we would much rather spend the money on traveling the world, exploring new cultures, learning new things, and seeing all that there is to be seen. The world is just too beautiful to be cooped up in a house taking care of kids. I don’t want that, and luckily, I have found someone on the same boat as me. We haven’t even talked about getting animals because they are pretty similar to kids.
The only way I could see myself getting married is if it was done at the court house, just the two of us, and the judge. Then, maybe that same day or another day sending out a mass invite to have a potluck at our house. And even then, I am not sure I would do the marriage thing. Of course, I am happy for all my friends who end up doing the marriage thing—just because I don’t necessarily agree with it, doesn’t mean I am going to not be happy for people who do. It’s just started to make me think. Recent friends just got engaged in New Zealand, and their story is so romantic and sweet. Every girl is a sucker for a romantic and sweet story. And there are times that I think, “I want to experience that” but then realize that I feel love every day of my life. My partner tells me he loves me every morning and every night. He takes the time to really appreciate me, look me in the eyes, and tells me how much he loves and appreciates me. Which is the most important thing anyway and I am 100% incandescently happy.
The fact that Valentine’s Day is right around the corner has nothing to do with this post. We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day… Although, I do have to say that last year I did get him a card that said, “Happy fucking Valentine’s Day. Now let’s go fuck like the good ol’ days,” which isn’t all that romantic, but hilarious. I also provided a journal and the first entry was Valentine’s Day and it said that this journal will be written in every day, or every couple days for the whole year. I will write our experiences, our travel, our love, our ups and our downs, but most of all, it will document our year together. I thought it was a cute and creative way to remember this past year. Luckily, I was pretty persistent with the journal and only started writing every other day or so because I was running out of room in the journal. I have three pages left, which is perfect. It wasn’t a huge gift, but it was something that I thought he would appreciate. Something we could both appreciate when we’re older and want to reflect on our youth.
It’s an interesting experience being this age right now. Part of me thought that I wouldn’t actually experience the crazy amount of friends that are getting hitched like my older friends or family did. For awhile, it seems like my cousins were going to weddings every weekend. And while that is not where I am now, it’s still interesting to be on facebook and watch people getting married. My very good friend Heather is getting married next year, and I can’t wait to be there for it. I am so excited for her and I can’t wait to be a bridesmaid. It’s going to be so much fun. I hope I can get out there this year to visit, but we’ll see. I am glad that I have someone to spend my life with and experience these things with. And it would be perfectly ok if I didn’t, but I am very thankful that the universe has delivered my soul mate to me. It’s about dang time.
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