marriage
Marriage is not so much a word as it is a sentence–a life sentence.
Storytime: I Told My Nigerian Boss' Wife That He Was Cheating On Her.
This happened a long time ago but it’s such an interesting story I have to share it. In my past life, I used to be a maid – professional maid, paid by a woman who used to run an agency in Lagos. I was assigned to take care of the house of a very nice family, this beautiful young couple with no kids – mid-30s – we'll call them Mr. and Mrs. Spiff.
By Jide Okonjo5 years ago in Humans
Is it Worth it For Me?
It is a common thing for young girls to imagine their dream wedding for when they are older. Usually these fantasies include a big white ballgown and luscious floral decor, a three-tiered cake with bride and groom figurines on top, nonstop dancing, you get the idea. At least, I've been told that these are common daydreams for young girls. My sister had been planning her wedding since grade school, making mental edits with each passing year until she was old enough to create a Pinterest account. Countless pins and mood boards were developed on her own accord to help formulate every last detail for her special day. Her wedding day was in August of 2019–beautiful weather, quick ceremony, and a lovely reception with a view like no other. I'm sure she wouldn't change anything about it. I'm sure it lived up to all the years of imagining, planning, and finalizing.
By Jackie Newberry5 years ago in Humans
The Ultimate Personal Finance Checklist for Newlyweds
Apart from the usual suspects like the inheritance and education you receive, the industry you work in, and how long you work before you retire, certain highly intimate events in your life have a significant impact on your finances.
By Priyanka Mashelkar5 years ago in Humans
My Husband Didn’t Suspect I Was Cheating on Him
I’d just walked into our house after seeing the man I was having an affair with, only to be startled by the sight of my husband in our living room. He was seated on the sofa as if he’d been waiting for me to get home.
By Elle Silver5 years ago in Humans
My Experience of Arranged Marriage in the Indian Sub-Continent
We each married a stranger It should have been as difficult for her as it was for me, but… Since 2014, my parents (especially your grand mum) were searching for a bride for me. Things were not going well. Later I went to Qatar for work in a construction company as an HR Officer. Unfortunately (or fortunately) things didn't go well there too, and I resigned.
By Suraj Ghimire5 years ago in Humans
Never had a bedroom headache in 44 years
I’ve been with my husband a total of 44 years. In all that time I’ve never had a bedroom headache and never said no to making love. I have listened to women give varying reasons why they have said no to their spouses and that is their right. I used to read letters to Dear Abby and Ann Landers where wives said they hated their husbands touching their breasts or swatting them on the behind. I look at those as terms of endearment but not everyone thinks the same way on the subject. I’m speaking for the other team because there are wives like me who love the attention.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Humans
Remember that one time when...
So... we all can recall that one time when we’ve done something stupid. Totally put our entire foot in deep into the back of our mouth until the tip of our toe nails scraped the surface of our tonsils and the pain was shocking right? Well not literally but you get my drift. I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, making side notes of my reasons for concern and thinking of ways to deliver the message, “ I don’t think I want to do this anymore.” It was painful to think about and in an ungodly way, my nerves were all over the place and my anxiety was rising. Suddenly, the feeling of guilt rushed in and I start to feel extreme disappointment in myself. Past conversations with friends resurface in my mind and I start to remember all the times that I was called selfish and inconsiderate. I remember being told that I’m a horrible friend, unreliable, untrustworthy. And now here I am again, preparing myself to be the bearer of bad news. “I don’t think I want to do this anymore”. See the thing is, I didn’t want to do this in the first place. I had already thought through the consequences and the emotional distress it would put me in and I didn’t want to do it. But the stress of letting him down, disappointing him, and completely embarrassing him seemed harder to bear than just simply going through with what I had already agreed to do. I had already said yes. I look out of my bedroom window to see my family arriving for the big day. I suppose it’s too late. My mouth begins to water as my breathing increases and I feel myself gasping for air. I close my eyes to regain control and I open them to find my mom standing there. She comes in the room and sit next to me on the bed, gently placing her hands inside of my hands and pulls me in closer for a hug. She looks in my eyes. The look of despair and uncertainty must have spread itself across my face because her excitement turned into concern. Her face started to look like mine. “Mom, remember that one time when you signed me up for piano lessons because I said that Bethoveen was cool.” “Yes” she replied. “And I went to all of the lessons and at the night of the recital, I told you that I was only doing it to make you happy and I only thought “Bethoveen” was a cool name” “yes, I remember honey,” she replied with a quick chuckle, now looking at me with compassion and understanding in her eyes. “ Or remember the time when Eliza asked me to pet sit for her when her mom got sick and I knew I couldn’t take care of her puppy but I agreed to it anyway and I ended up losing the puppy during our walk?” “Yes” she says. “ Mom this feels like one of those times. I put my foot in my mouth and I agreed to be something that I don’t want to be. I don’t want to commit the rest of my life to being held hostage by the vow to stay with one person through it all, no matter what. I don’t want the responsibility of loving one person as my other half. I want to love without boundaries, without limits, and without expectations. Without a role. Without a position. I don’t want to be married.” My mom looks at me with a sense of sadness. I could tell that she was looking forward to do this day more than I was. I had not thought about it before, but in that moment, I realized that I was not just letting my soon to be husband down, but I was letting her down too. “We can postpone everything and reschedule the arrangements. You’re just having cold feet. We can move everything back to a later date when you are feeling better. I’ll tell everyone that you’re sick and we can reschedule” She says. “Okay” I said, lowering my head into my chest. I was doing it again. Why is it so hard for me to say “No. Not now. Not ever!” Jeff’s a great guy. He’s sensitive and compassionate... romantic... successful. But I just... I can’t figure out why the thought of becoming his wife or anybody’s wife, scares the living daylights out of me. The responsibility of loving someone through sickness and health, for rich or poor, makes me feel trapped. I feel like I’m signing my life away and I just don’t think I want to do this anymore. He proposed to me during a family gathering at his grandmother Trisha house and it was beautiful. It was set up in the backyard. There was a choir singing sweet melodies with lights illuminating the walk way, rose petals covering the ground , family, food, and lots of love. He got down on one knee and popped the question, “Will you marry me?” With a gorgeous, diamond ring, he looked up at me with those big brown eyes. All eyes were on me as everyone waited for my answer. The ring was glistening in the candlelight, but all I could see was his face. His face was covered with hope that I would say yes, so I said it. It felt like the right thing to say in that moment surrounded by friends, family, music, and love. The outburst of joy from everyone around us overwhelmed us both and we celebrated that night. But as time went on, it became more and more agonizing and less exciting. Now here we are, the day of the wedding and I just... I don’t want to do this anymore. My mom tells the wedding party that I am ill and we’ll need to postpone the ceremony. I hear all of the guests downstairs asking my mom to relay messages of well wishes and then the door opens as all the family start to leave. I wipe my make up off and take the hair pins out of the bun in my hair. I feel more relieved already. Then I hear the door behind me open. It’s Jeff. I turn to see that it’s him but then I turn away because I can’t look him in his eyes. It’s time. It’s time to deliver the disappointment, hurt, and embarrassment. “ What’s wrong babe? Your mom said that you were sick. Are you alright?” He kneels down beside me, looking into my face for answers. The tears start to fall from my eyes. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to disappoint him but here goes... “ I don’t want to do this anymore Jeff.” He looks at me in disbelief. I couldn’t look him in his face because I knew the pain would be too jarring and I needed to be strong. I needed to stand on this. It was already out of my mouth and directed to the man that I love and through the pain, I felt relief. Jeff is quiet. He looks at me for a second before dropping his head into his hands and he sits there for awhile. Silent. “I’m sor-“ before I could finish he stands up and jets out of the room. I couldn’t tell if he was crying or angry or both. Now the guilt is back. All the relief is gone and I feel horrible again. I feel disappointed in myself as I look in the mirror at a woman who has let others down many times, who has made promises and failed to keep them, and who has volunteered for the task but never completed it. As I start to bash myself, I remind myself that it’s better late than never. Oh how sorrowful it would have been to look at my future husband years from now and say “Remember that time when I vowed to love you through sickness and health, for richer or poorer? I didn’t mean it. I only did it to make you happy. I never wanted to be married.” The realization that this was what was best, brought me back into reality. It was hurtful. It was painful. And I feel bad. But ultimately, it was better for it to be now than later.
By Gerkerea Hodges5 years ago in Humans
Has The Attraction Waned? 4 Things To Know About Keeping A Long-Term Relationship Alive
With a little effort and determination, everyone can spice up their relationship. And the best part? The more often you do it, the easier it will become. Here are four things to know about keeping a long term relationship alive – and how to do them.
By Leigh Norén5 years ago in Humans
A Cup of Coffee and Carol Sue
I remember it was during the summer of 1963. I just got off my shift at the Louisville Bedding Company with my best friend, Carol Sue. Carol Sue looked at the complete opposite of me. She had long, blonde hair, a curvy build, and bold lips. I, on the other hand, was tall, skinny, and short, brown hair.
By Dailey Menendez5 years ago in Humans
Music and Northern Lights
There’s something in the sky tonight. A tingle. A whisper. Electric, green waves roll their way across the starlit sky as if sending messages from the universe to the earth. The wolves’ howls in the distance, carried along by the chill, winter breeze, make their way across the mountains and down into the forest where Rebecca lies. Her velvet, brown hair caresses her pale cheeks as she turns her head to face the glass windows above her. She has finally made it back to Igloo Village. The howling breeze, as cool and soothing as the blanket of bleached-white snow on the ground outside, strokes the needles of the surrounding pine trees and compels the owls among their branches to hoot, almost as if in melody with each other. This is Finland in winter. Rebecca looks up through the clear, curved roof of her igloo, closes her eyes for a moment and breathes out a deep sigh of relief. She is alone. She is still. All is peaceful and serene. The warmth from the flickering fire calms her nerves as the smell of cinnamon from the burning and crackling pinecones kisses the air around her.
By Rose Rocket5 years ago in Humans
What if I don't?
What if I don’t? Marriage at 23 Sarah Johnson I married at 21. Something that I haven’t ever really just sat down and contemplated is the question, "what is love"? Yet, I seem to get asked that a lot, at random. Love is unconditional. Love is caring, selfless, kind, patient. Love is a choice. It’s something that doesn’t always just come to you, as I had once believed. I thought that when you get married, somehow everything falls together and it just came to you on how to love. How very wrong I was. Marriage isn’t hard like so many around me seemed to believe. Love is hard. Choosing someone over and over again is difficult. It’s even more difficult if you don't’ love that person or have it in you to commit. This is why it’s so important to choose your partner wisely and know that you’re committing to them for the rest of your life. Not just when you feel like it, not until they get crazy and you want out, not when it’s just the good days. Those vows that are said are said for a reason and are supposed to mean something. How unfortunate that our generation has slowly taken marriage and made it into something that’s like a relationship. You can leave whenever you want or if it gets to be too much. No. That’s what dating is. You’re not dating this person, you’re married to them.
By Sarah Tabor5 years ago in Humans
