Alright, first blog and uh, I already smell fish.
Most of my rants are triggered by some incident in my life, sometimes big, sometimes small. So let’s begin with the trigger for this rant.
Trigger conversation (one of many, by the way):
Young Independent Woman: “I want to get married but not right now because I want a career.”
Old Independent Woman: “I don’t think you realize how serious marriage is. Are you sure you want to be tied down at such a young age?”
I H-A-T-E, HATE, when women say they don’t want to be married because they “want a career” or because they “don’t want to be tied down”. I’m like, who the freak are you marrying, Master Thomas? Marriage is not slavery and your husband is not your master, he’s your partner. He helps you accomplish your goals with his support, and vice versa. Marriage is a partnership, like a team. That’s always more fun right; two is company…what ever happened to that? Am I really supposed to rather experience all of life’s ups and downs alone? Is that really more ideal than having a friend, a partner, a supporter, a comrade, along the way? I’m really confused by the notion that I’m supposed to sacrifice assistance for independence. Why go it alone whenI could have help?
What it seems that people fail to realize is that when you mary the right person they want nothing more than to see you accomplish everything you set out to do. If you like to write, or travel, or cook, or sky-dive, or sit at home and do absolutely nothing at all, you just marry someone who is, at the least, cool with what you like. At the most, the person you marry will be doing all the things you like with you…because the two of you are friends. Friends. Not enemies, not parent and child, not slave and master, but friends; partners with different but equal roles in your relationship. You marry your friend and then there’s nothing to fear.
So what do you say? Why are we so afraid of life-long friendship that build the foundation for families, and where do we get these notions that marriage, God’s design for men and women, is otherwise?
Isn’t God Love, after all?