"I don’t believe in marriage. No, I really don’t. Let me be clear about that.
I think at worst it’s a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense.
At best, it’s a happy delusion. These two people, who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they are about to make each other.
But, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don’t think it’s conservative or delusional. I think it’s radical and courageous…and very romantic."
This sums up my feelings on marriage better than any traditional wedding reading (First Corinthians, anyone?). I don't particularly believe in marriage. In my opinion, too many people get married for the wrong reasons. Personally, I got married the first time because that was the next step - we'd dated all through college, and getting married was just what you did. Breaking up would have been messy and difficult, and inertia is a powerful force. I swore I would never get married again. When you think about it, marriage really doesn't make a lot of sense anymore. You can live together, open joint accounts, have kids, all without a formal paper. It's old-fashioned and frankly impractical in our society today.
But then I fell in love. And got married. I don't believe in marriage in general, but I do believe in my marriage. It's illogical and I can't explain this lapse in rationality on my part, other than to say that it feels vaguely radical to jump in with both feet. To throw away my cynicism. To be optimistic, even in the face of odds. And to believe in my husband.