marriage
Marriage is not so much a word as it is a sentence–a life sentence.
Why We Decided to Elope
When my boyfriend asked me to marry him, it was the best day of my life so far. It was so intricately planned; full of surprises and romance, not to mention the fact that I was, and have been, head over heels in love with him since the day we met. As a little girl, I had dreamed of the fairy tale wedding. The white dress, the bridesmaids, the big ceremony, it was everything I ever wanted. So I thought.
By Tasha Gillian8 years ago in Humans
Are You Ready for Your Blessings?
I met you when I was seventeen years old and lonely. Of course, I was lonely: I hadn't had a love in many years, and being single for a long time was not something I thought I would ever get used to. Being a companion and having a companion was always something I imagined for myself. Maybe I was just a conservative woman who believed that I should be wed and have someone to call my forever, or maybe I was just a woman who had a desire to not be lonely anymore.
By Sarah Fields8 years ago in Humans
Traditional Marriage
#TRADITIONAL MARRIAGE What is "Traditional Marriage?" Some would have you believe it is when a man and woman wed in holy matrimony, when two members of the opposite sex fall madly in love and want to give away the rights of half their possessions to someone they met in Wetherspoons when they were off their face. I too had this perception that marriage is reserved for the holiest of Wetherspoon fréquentées — but then I realized that I had been preprogrammed to think in such a way that I had been taught that traditional marriage was about love and heterosexual love — but it isn't. It so isn't, or at least it never traditionally use to be — so let's visit the tradition of marriage from its creation to the present and then I'll invite you to ask yourselves how traditional your own marriage is and how important do you think tradition is when it comes to marriage...
By Cordayne Wander8 years ago in Humans
Nightmares and True Love
"You died today. My blurred eyes were watching you go down into that last resting place. Our kids were screaming for you. I could hear the pain as they called out your name. All I could do was cry silently and stand there lovingly embracing them — I have been keeping them together, for my sake. Do you see us?
By Eboni Lobley8 years ago in Humans
Wife of an Alcoholic
Do you ever sit up all night waiting for the person you love to come home after a day/night out drinking? Do you keep calling and texting them because you're worried? Do you go to bars or their hangouts in search for them? Do you feel alone, exhausted, anxious, depressed and crazy? Are you affected by someone else's drinking? This is for you!
By Laurie Summerfield8 years ago in Humans
I Met My Husband in First Grade
I mean, obviously, we didn't get married at six years old. I did have a crush on him, though. I distinctly remember writing down a "List of Cute Boys" when I was in first grade. Joe's name was number two. Number one? Aaron Carter.
By Tarin Campanella8 years ago in Humans
