I’m not “against” marriage--tho I’m past ‘the prime age to get married,’ I still hope (like a fairy-tale princess whisked away by Prince Charming ... tho I am a 'hetero' male, so I guess I hope to be 'invited to stay with Princess Dependable') to be married someday--but … I have several friends on Facebook (etc.) who post pictures of themselves with their spouses ‘showing off’ how wonderful their lives are together.
And--like any other child of God--I get a little jealous.
I don’t even know why people get married (and don’t say “love,“ because that’s just ‘limerence’ sustained by the continued gift-giving stimulus)---I guess there’s something reassuring about knowing ‘there’s someone who does everything to make your life better (as long as you do everything to make their life better in return).’
But why can’t ‘a beautiful woman a few years younger than me’ just “decide I’m worth her live-in partnership”? Why does there seem to be a big ‘process’ to getting married (call it “wooing,” call it “dating” … you might even call it “auditions” or “try-outs”)---a process that I don’t feel ‘eligible to participate in’ (because I don’t have a car, a sufficient income, nor the responsibility to take care of either of those)?
I'm also thinking it might just be a distraction to occupy your mind (make it think it's still useful & needed etc.) as your body wastes-away.
A friend (a fellow TBI-survivor) tells me that--if I stay single into my 40s, 50s & 60s, I might regret 'not doing all the necessary things to court- & woo a wife.' I don't think I shall fall into such regret, but I'll be sorely tempted if I keep seeing 'all these Facebook posts that feature people's wedded bliss' if I don't remind myself that they're only showing "the tip of the iceberg"---most of which is a miserable drudgery (from which they 'distract themselves' with-memories of their good times, -their marriage-building romance, -their children, -their grandchildren, etc.)







