Clumsy Kisses

Write to Marry

I missed this yesterday which I’m sorry about, but here’s my tuppenceworth today, anyway. You can read more here.

We married young. I was 21.5 and he wasn’t quite 23. We’d been engaged since I was 17, so it actually felt like forever that we were waiting to be married, but looking back even just three years later I think, huh, we were young. Amongst my generation and amongst my peers, we are an oddity. I have few married friends. I don’t think being married is the be all and end all about me, but I think it’s an important part; I think it makes me what I am in a large part. I learnt at the tender age of 17 how to compromise and how to function as a unit of two rather than as a one.

I’m not saying we have a perfect marriage. Sometimes I’m a bitch and he’s silent for the sake of it. Sometimes I’m very bad at communicating what I want or need and he’s bad at reading me. But mostly, and especially since my dad died in April, we rub along just fine. I love him entirely, I’d defend him to the death and I think that marriage is a good thing for us, was a good choice. I am proud of our marriage.

But I’m lucky, in that I happen to be one woman who wanted to be married to one man, and that’s allowed. When we got married in June 2005, civil partnerships in the UK hadn’t been law for very long.  As a long-time supporter of Stonewall, I’m very proud that this is the case in the UK. Politically, I can’t understand why anyone thinks it’s any of their business what goes on between consenting adults. I hope that IF Obama gets elected next week (which I hope he does) that he will bring about marriage reforms the likes of which have never been seen. I really hope that America can become an example to all of us and push marriage reforms even further than we can here.

Personally, see, well. I just happen to be a woman who fell in love with a man. I never talk about sexuality on here but I’d consider myself bisexual, or maybe just plainly —sexual. I actually prefer women about 60% of the time. I could’ve just as easily fallen in love with a woman as with a man; in fact, I’d consider it a lot more likely.

And in that case, I’d like the choice to be 17 and engaged and 21 and married just the same as I was with Himself.

The story of a fountain pen

This is what my weekend looked like:

Six months

A page from my journal