Ok. I readily admit I’m not a millennial; even if I occasionally get confused for one. So for me to say that I’ve wanted to marry 2 men isn’t that much of a stretch or that outlandish. The unfortunate part occurs in that neither of those men were interested in marrying me.
In fact both men were and still are adamantly opposed to the entire institution of marriage (supposedly at least). I can readily admit the ritual itself is rather idiotic. So maybe this isn’t something I should take all that personal.
But having already been married myself I can honestly say I enjoyed it. Not the piece of paper, not the specified day of this union, but rather the nuances of settling into a deep comfort with each other and knowing you’re there for each other through thick and thin; supporting each other through the good, the bad and the disgusting. Riding out aging and all the changes that brings; navigating the hardships as well as the joys together mostly by choice and desire but sometimes maybe not so much so; maybe sometimes because you made that commitment and you’re riding it out because that’s kind of what it’s about.
I don’t know. I obviously don’t have this love/marriage/commitment thing figured out. I just hope when I get around to feeling that way again and bachelor number three rings bells in my heart that he feels the same way. Here’s to hoping dreams come true.