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I’m in My Thirties, and I’ve Never Wanted to Get Married Less
Wedded bliss seems like an anomaly to me.
My youngest cousin is getting married in the fall.
I look at the save-the-date card and feel a sense of building dread even as I see the couple’s happy faces in a snapshot for posterity.
But my mind goes in different directions as I continue to assess their joy in too analytical of a fashion.
Who even wants to get married nowadays anyway?
A lot of people do, it turns out. One of my uncle’s high school friends just got engaged for the first time at age 65. I even cooed over the bride-to-be’s ring when I saw it. It was only expected that I congratulate them because, damn, they’ve been together a while and only now are they going to make it “official.”
I’m happy for these blissed-out couples, I really am. They have found some kind of magic in the world while I’m over here walking blind to it.
You might think I’m feeling hollow because marriage is not on the radar for me. There is a slight niggling sense that I’m missing out on something, but even as a child I knew I would never have marriage on the table. I still remember being a teen and adamantly telling my mother that I would never get married — and, what do you know…
