Monday, January 6, 2014  Love in Choices  Here's my confession
for the day: Before I met my husband I hated marriage. I'm
serious. I should have been in protesting it in the 1960's, I
probably would have burned a bra or something.  I hated marriage
because I hadn't seen enough of them work. One of the few good
examples I had was my brother and my sister-in-law, who I should
have been spending much more time with. The other marriages that
I witnessed were either failing or dead. They all contained
completely different variables too. Some had married in their
early twenties, some had gotten married in their 30's and 40's.
Others had been married for 6 months and were already ripping
each other's throats out. Still some had been married for
decades and seemed to just be holding on for nostalgias sake. I
didn't like marriage, I didn't want family. It all seemed up to
the fickle hand of fate. No one taught me about marriage, and I
was hurt by someone else's marriage, why would I want one of my
own when another cou