Comments on: How my cat taught me marriage isn't so scary after all, by Cassie

By: jan

jan — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 13:17:43 +0000

Glad to know others have the same thoughts on the marriage side as I do, this made me laugh, and a bit tearful too.
One thing that is freaking me out a the moment, is when I hear of friend and friends of friends, who marry after being together for 7-8 years, but end up divorced after the first year or so. This part terrifies me, as I really want to get/stay happily married, but wonder why this happens, when people are together for ages, get married then split, what causes this….?

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By: Nia

Nia — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 06:14:07 +0000

"Cassie
LOL I so want to be at a wedding where cat puke is actually mentioned. How fun."

My other half and I went to one where the minister was talking about how dealing with the kitty's puke had shown the couple getting married about sharing responsibilities, even if it wasn't a pleasant task, and even if it was his ancient cat to begin with. The whole church laughed. It makes for an interesting ceremony : )

I love this new category Ariel. This is just awesome.

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By: Hibryd

Hibryd — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 00:36:00 +0000

Am I the only person who was never rattled by the idea of marriage?

I mean, all kinds of people have problems with the idea of being totally committed to someone, formally and legally, tied and bonded with them so that no matter what, through thick, thin and minor annoyances, you're there for them and they're there for you. How can anyone be terrified of that? It sounds like the most beautiful idea in the world.

I wanted to marry my fiancée because I realized that "boyfriend" didn't encompass what I felt for him – I loved him so much that I wanted my friends, family, the government and total strangers to know he was the most important person in my life. I didn't want to privately tell him I'd always be there, I wanted to stand up in front of our friends and family and proclaim what he means to me. I didn't want to keep my options open or keep a parachute packed in case I met someone else at a party, I wanted to let him know in a powerful, binding way that I was his and that he could always count on me.

(He's never thrown up on my sweater, though. He did hurl all over the couch after a night of way too much drinking, but hey, the neat thing about him is that, unlike a cat, he felt sorry and cleaned the mess up afterwards.)

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