Marriage is Not the Only Way to Love
Stop telling me I don’t know him because he hasn’t put a ring on it
I read an interesting take on marriage lately. By which I mean batshit insane. This person posited that it is impossible to truly know the man you’re dating until you marry him.
I pointed out that plenty of couples share their lives together for many years without ever marrying, but she was adamant — until my boyfriend of seven years married me, he would always be hiding his true self from me.
We live in a one-bed flat in central London; he’d struggle to hide a packet of biscuits from me. Especially Party Rings. They’re my crack.
The marriage conundrum
Now, obviously this woman was just bitter about her “malignant narcissist" ex (everyone on the internet has a malignant narcissist for an ex, despite Narcissistic Personality Disorder being one of the rarest clinical diagnoses), but she raises an interesting conundrum: why on Earth get married?
If marrying my sweet, loving boyfriend would turn him into a violent abuser, why would I do it? Why would anyone?
Tradition or brainwashing?
I’m not saying everyone who gets married is some kind of zombie ant who’s not in…
