For the first 8 years of my relationship with Kati, I was stubbornly anti-marriage. We spent years working on our relationship, and it hasn’t gone to waste.
When I have a down-to-earth discussion about homophobia with someone I respect, it’s often hard for them to identify why they dislike homosexuals.
Everyone keeps asking me, but I don’t know what to tell them. Being a husband isn’t really any different than being a boyfriend. Why do others think it is?
Everyone knew this was coming, and I mean EVERYONE. Any time I would talk about my views on the pointlessness of marriage, the response was always “Some woman will come along and break your rules.”
For most of my life, I have worked on me. I have been making quiet internal efforts to analyze who I am, what I want, and who I should spend my time with. Because of this I now have a superpower.
He found it perplexing that someone with no concept of death, hunger, or fear — the driving forces of man — would be called upon to watch over them.
Some sociology and relationship experts (whatever those are) assert that no one will ever experience the passion and excitement of their first relationship again, and that they should completely forget their first relationships. As much as this feels like common sense to me, I feel resistant to the notion.