Why get married? Some people have decided it’s just not worth it, prompting a national frenzy of hand-wringing.
This very long, statistics-laden piece from Time examines who still marries and who, increasingly, does not.
The conclusion, for those in a hurry, are that those with higher educations and incomes stand a better chance of marrying and staying married, partly because they’ve learned how to compromise and negotiate.
I was married for two miserable years, ages 35 to 37. I didn’t even get to my second anniversary because my ex-husband walked out and re-married a colleague from his office within a year. But, to be factual — and which echoes the statistics on who initiates most divorces — it was my unwillingness to limp along inside a dead shell of a relationship that also propelled him out the door and into her waiting arms.
I’ve been living with my fiance for 11 years, engaged for — can’t remember! — six or seven of those years. He is more eager to marry than I, partly because his first marriage ended a decade before mine started. I’m getting there, slowly.
How, if at all, would a legally recognized union change us? Not clear. We own a home together, have signed all our assets over to one another in case of death and have no kids.
Just because someone takes vows with you wearing fancy clothes in front of a lot of people doesn’t mean they will live them.
I think many people are hungry for love, for attention, for some sort of financial and emotional security. And marriage holds out that tantalizing promise.
But promises are broken every day, as the divorce rate makes clear. I wonder, truly, how well many couples know one another before booking a hall and cooing over dresses and cakes. After eleven years, I am still learning about my sweetie, and vice versa.
Despite our pretty clear and long-standing commitments to one another, we’re often asked: ” So, when are you getting married?”
Which I find odd and, however well-meant, intrusive.
Are you married?
Do you wish you were?
Do you think everyone should marry?