It’s been my experience that the best blog posts start with a confession so here’s mine; despite being on my second wife, I never wanted to be married. I mean, I think it’s a worthy institution and I’ll continue to fight to my last breath to make sure my gay brothers and sisters get to do it legally, too, but for myself I’ve never been a fan.
When I was in college I was engaged. It was a silly relationship with someone much older and I found myself talking marriage at an age when everyone else I knew was trying to figure out how to come up with the best ramen noodle recipe to go with the cheapest beer. When that liaison played out, I found myself happily single in a social circle that was getting married, divorced and married again.
The first time I tied the knot I did…
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