Timing is everything. And this honest blog post has impeccable timing. I was literally just conversing with first friends and then later with my mom (who’s been married to my dad for going on 26 years this next Wednesday) about marriage, societal’s views of it and what makes one last today like they did in the past. I commend Seth (the author of this blog) and wish him and his wife all the best. I’m definitely taking this blog post to heart and with a fresh new perspective that perhaps I will be able to open my heart to love freely again.
Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.
Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.
I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.
Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?
Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.
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