On my way home the other night, I got to thinking about marriage again. I remember when I was younger, I didn't want to get married. I didn't see the benefit. My mother was not married to my father, I saw ok--but not great relationships...mostly arguing or the woman doing what the man told her to do. The feminist in me said, "what the F* ever". I vowed to not live my life looking or needing a man.
I was content in going to college to get a degree and create a career, not to find a husband like so many of my other counterparts.
I wanted to own 3 homes: one in Florida, one on an island (preferably Jamaica), and one in the mountains.
I imagined weekends with the girls; hanging out, clubbing, shopping or just relaxing around the house with a good book.
Never did getting married seem like a viable option for me...now shacking up, maybe, but it was against my religion. (LOL, how funny)
For me, married meant being tied to a man that I would come to resent, but stay married too so that I wouldn't go to hell. (cuz divorce is a sin)
I thought about all of this in that 20 minute ride and I wondered, is there something more than marriage? Is there a better word-- a stronger word -- one filled with pure joy, lust, love, romance, compromise? "Civil union" seems so generic and unloving. Domestic partnership, that's akin to roommates.
Our relationships are not generic or unloving, and we are definitely bedmates, not roommates. I've racked my head, and still can't come up with the right word...any ideas?