Why am I a born-again single? I like weddings. Since I always have fun at parties and celebrations, I have always said I would love to have a wedding of my own...again. It's just the marriage I have very little interest in repeating. Too bad they have to go arm-in-arm. Loooooong ago I got over the syrupy illusion that marriage would equal bliss, and I happily cast aside the fallacious prince-on-the-white-horse syndrome that had been drummed into my young head. It's not that my marriage was awful; it just wasn't all I dreamily and unrealistically thought it would be as I contemplated my life as a wife, unfortunately one of the main goals of my generation of young women. The best I can say, in retrospect, was that my marriage was....satisfactory, which is not saying very much. Once the intense madness of being so in love began to slowly hit the post wedding skids, reality began to creep into my gradually awakening consciousness. I've never put a label on my marriage until just recently: satisfactory.
And so yesterday I watched a happy young couple take their forever and ever 'til death do us parts, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future holds for them. I hope it is happy and fulfilling. I believe such marriages do exist.