Why Should I Ever Get Married (Part I)
The Facebook Migration Series, Volume II
Originally written July 16, 2009
A few days ago, I saw something on television that made me laugh that did not involve Homer Simpson. Staying on the motif of full-figuredness, I was watching a promo on, I believe, ABC for a new reality show. It is basically the Bachelor/Bachelorette with a twist: the man and women involved are all plus sized.
"Ha, that is great," I said while lightly chuckling. "They showing some love for big people."
While laughing at the people involved, I could not help falling into a stream of consciousness that eventually led to me thinking about marriage.
I am not sure if anyone would take the time to read this, but I want to say that I am not saying this as the cliche, stereotypical "afraid-of-commitment" guy, nor am I saying this out of anti-feminism. I seek to get to the truth beyond all things, or at least as many things as possible.
First, I will talk about my parents. My parents were together well before their firstborn (yours truly) was born when they were about 18 years of age. The moved in with each other not long after high school. They had me in 1984, and my brother later in 1987. That is already about 6 years together. They continued to go through the natural ebb and flow of any relationship until about the mid 1990s. By about 1997, they came to all too familiar "irreconcilable difference," and were soon separated for good. They were together for about 15 years, having two decent children in the process. And you know something? Christopher Dickson I and Timolyn Tillman never exchanged vows. There was never any large white cakes, no first dances, no honeymoons, no licenses, no tuxedos, no rings, nada! While they were raised Christian, they were not overly religious by any stretch of the imagination; therefore, was there any reason for them to be married (nevermind the number of religious people that divorce anyway, even against the word of Christ)? Would things be any different? I do not and will not ever claim to know it all, but I doubt things would have been different if they would have married. In fact, things would have been more complicated. Custody battles, alimony issues, divorce court, which comes with extra costs, issues over property, who gets the television, who gets which car, the name change for mom back to her maiden name, the canceling of joint accounts that used to be shared, pulling my brother and I through the long divorce process, and the list could go on just short of forever. I still look back on my parents and look at them just as any child of "divorced" parent would look at their parents. In short, my parents were hardly, if at all, any different from a married couple. Hell, they lasted 15 years. 15 years doing anything is a significant time. They just did not complete any paperwork or have a grand, expensive ceremony that was supposed to represent an eternal commitment (a waste of money in my apparent cynical view).
To be continued...
Originally written July 16, 2009
"Ha, that is great," I said while lightly chuckling. "They showing some love for big people."
While laughing at the people involved, I could not help falling into a stream of consciousness that eventually led to me thinking about marriage.
I am not sure if anyone would take the time to read this, but I want to say that I am not saying this as the cliche, stereotypical "afraid-of-commitment" guy, nor am I saying this out of anti-feminism. I seek to get to the truth beyond all things, or at least as many things as possible.
First, I will talk about my parents. My parents were together well before their firstborn (yours truly) was born when they were about 18 years of age. The moved in with each other not long after high school. They had me in 1984, and my brother later in 1987. That is already about 6 years together. They continued to go through the natural ebb and flow of any relationship until about the mid 1990s. By about 1997, they came to all too familiar "irreconcilable difference," and were soon separated for good. They were together for about 15 years, having two decent children in the process. And you know something? Christopher Dickson I and Timolyn Tillman never exchanged vows. There was never any large white cakes, no first dances, no honeymoons, no licenses, no tuxedos, no rings, nada! While they were raised Christian, they were not overly religious by any stretch of the imagination; therefore, was there any reason for them to be married (nevermind the number of religious people that divorce anyway, even against the word of Christ)? Would things be any different? I do not and will not ever claim to know it all, but I doubt things would have been different if they would have married. In fact, things would have been more complicated. Custody battles, alimony issues, divorce court, which comes with extra costs, issues over property, who gets the television, who gets which car, the name change for mom back to her maiden name, the canceling of joint accounts that used to be shared, pulling my brother and I through the long divorce process, and the list could go on just short of forever. I still look back on my parents and look at them just as any child of "divorced" parent would look at their parents. In short, my parents were hardly, if at all, any different from a married couple. Hell, they lasted 15 years. 15 years doing anything is a significant time. They just did not complete any paperwork or have a grand, expensive ceremony that was supposed to represent an eternal commitment (a waste of money in my apparent cynical view).
To be continued...
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