
Anyone who knows me well or reads between the lines of my other blog should understand I am, at best, ambivalent about marriage. Personally I think you hit a point in life in which you are screwed either way: you are single, getting older and the fun days of partying your ass off lose their appeal. You face a loneliness, but you don't quite know what to do about it because marriage looks like jail. Yet do those married couples have something you don't? Isn't marriage just something to do--a bit like going to the bathroom?
Ah, then you fall in love. It's great, and you know that no one has a relationship quite like yours. You and your loved one possess the eternal secret--to love and to be loved. Sex is great. You both can talk forever about anything; time never seems to drag. This is it!
You get married and after a while, it isn't so great. Things come out about you and your partner that neither one planned. Yes, marriage is work, yes, it takes maturity, but are you ready to be a grown-up? Hell no. So you leave or you stay. Either way your illusions seem futile and sad, as though you were promised the powerball lottery, but only got stuck with the ticket.
It hit me today that I don't know one happily married couple. I also realize that those who are still in the game are moving heaven and earth to make it work. That comprises most of my friends. A few get divorced and suffer social ostricization, child support issues, asshole ex-spouses, returning to the sucko dating scene and to top it off, they feel like failures.
I will admit right now that I am a little drunk. So before you slam me with sober comments, don't think I am saying anything of merit. A student of mine told me she was getting married this weekend, and all I wanted to say to her was: Why are you fucking up your life? But I just congratulated her, and my class is even going to have a shower for her.
Anyway, if I post again, I might write about sex and love addiction. But I have to be a bit less drunk. I'm just pissed off at the world today.