Need a taste of what all the fuss is about? About all the “feels” everyone is experiencing?
Open House (C) TC Matson 2017
When you meet your special someone, the one you know you’ll marry, deep in your soul, the one you love so immensely, you see yourself growing old and gray, dancing with each other in walkers at the same nursing home until you’re no longer a body in this world. You swear your love to them—“To have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish from this day forward until death do us part.”
I’ve dreamed of the day I could say those very words to my long, very longtime boyfriend, Brian. I’ve fantasized about what it would be like to walk down the aisle in a white flowing dress toward him in a tux as he grinned proudly and from ear to ear. You’d think after eleven years of dating we would have already taken that step. Nope. Brian doesn’t care for marriage. In fact, his very words were, “I don’t need someone to tell me I have a wife.” He’s fallen short on the understanding of how marriages work.
But we have said our vows. We were in bed. I was pregnant. And he loved me.
I’ve stuck true to our fake little vows over the course of our time together. But no one ever told me that at times the “for worse” can be so decayed that you live your life as a robot. You become complacent. Unhappy. You walk the same steps daily, basically becoming a routine, day in and day out. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I opened a different cabinet drawer instead of the usual one. Would the pull of the universe shift and the whole world collapse?