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I thought I''d share some of my own thoughts on marriage in the hopes of sparking further discussion.
I was, at first, threatened at the idea of same sex marriage. Since I felt that way I can identify with a lot of the people who are up in arms that same sex marriage seems to have arrived. (The protesters with whom I cannot identify are those reviling homosexuals as sinners.)
I grew up in the 1950s. Every living room in my neighborhood (except ours) had a picture of the "mother" as a bride. I loved the pictures of the brides. I *STILL* love pictures of brides. I felt my mother had let me down dreadfully to have eloped as she did, leaving me without the bride-mother picture everyone else had!
When I got married I hardly knew my husband. In some ways we are well-matched, but in other ways we are quite mismatched. I knew when I got married, however, that I never wanted to get a divorce. I really was against divorce, although I wasn''t interested in controlling anyone else''s life. I just wished that divorce didn''t exist (except maybe for some people who were really miserable). I think the very fact that divorce existed threatened me, made me think that the bond I was foming was soluble.
I also thought that any sexual intimacy outside of marriage was inherently wrong, even if both parties to the marriage knew about it and agreed to it. I was sure it would ruin any "real" marriage.
Same sex marriage was not even on the horizon when I got married. I had many homosexual friends, most of them male, but a lot of them had been married to people of the opposite sex or were still married to people of the opposite sex.
Some had tried heterosexual marraige and failed at it. One couple: a gay man and a lesbian woman were very happily married to each other. They slept in the same bed every night and had two adopted children.
Speaking of children, I have to go get mine at school. I''ll write more later. Does anyone else want to share?
Deb
I was, at first, threatened at the idea of same sex marriage. Since I felt that way I can identify with a lot of the people who are up in arms that same sex marriage seems to have arrived. (The protesters with whom I cannot identify are those reviling homosexuals as sinners.)
I grew up in the 1950s. Every living room in my neighborhood (except ours) had a picture of the "mother" as a bride. I loved the pictures of the brides. I *STILL* love pictures of brides. I felt my mother had let me down dreadfully to have eloped as she did, leaving me without the bride-mother picture everyone else had!
When I got married I hardly knew my husband. In some ways we are well-matched, but in other ways we are quite mismatched. I knew when I got married, however, that I never wanted to get a divorce. I really was against divorce, although I wasn''t interested in controlling anyone else''s life. I just wished that divorce didn''t exist (except maybe for some people who were really miserable). I think the very fact that divorce existed threatened me, made me think that the bond I was foming was soluble.
I also thought that any sexual intimacy outside of marriage was inherently wrong, even if both parties to the marriage knew about it and agreed to it. I was sure it would ruin any "real" marriage.
Same sex marriage was not even on the horizon when I got married. I had many homosexual friends, most of them male, but a lot of them had been married to people of the opposite sex or were still married to people of the opposite sex.
Some had tried heterosexual marraige and failed at it. One couple: a gay man and a lesbian woman were very happily married to each other. They slept in the same bed every night and had two adopted children.
Speaking of children, I have to go get mine at school. I''ll write more later. Does anyone else want to share?
Deb