Recently, a friend of mine asked, “What’s the point of getting married?” He immediately followed up his own question with this statement: “I’m already committed.”
And then it hit me. I went through the same conflicting situation five years ago (give or take).
I was in this steady relationship with my then boyfriend – now husband, and I had no sense of urgency to walk down that aisle. It wasn’t him. It has always been me.
Ever since I was a young girl, I never wanted to get married. I never daydreamed about that perfect wedding dress, or had a song picked out for the first dance. I never imagined what my husband would look like, for the simple fact that I never wanted a husband.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t born with this idea of becoming Miss-I-don’t-need-a-man-cause-I’m-an-independent-woman. Not to say that I don’t have that mentality now; however, that wasn’t exactly the reason behind my logic that I carried at an early age.
To be completely honest, I never wanted to get married, because I didn’t have a marriage to look up to.