I hate change. I take comfort in knowing that each day will start with the news, a Super Big Gulp, and a new dent in my car door from the column sticking into my parking space. I consider myself to be content with how things are going at any given time and resistant to anything that disturbs the order of my universe.
A good friend of mine got married this past weekend. Today, he commented that he still doesn’t feel different, and that he keeps waiting to. Since being both engaged and married, I’ve been waiting to feel different too, lying awake at night scared that the next day will be the one where I’ll feel crushed by commitment and adult responsibilities.
One would expect events classified as “life changes” on insurance forms to be those that alter us the most. Those who haven’t married would be surprised how much the same you feel after the dress is preserved and the photo album is in.
Is it possible that the key to a loving, stable relationship and a correct fit is not feeling different? Theoretically, you’ve chosen a spouse who will take you for better or for worse, in full acknowledgement of who you are and your lifestyle. It’s my belief that a couple that’s doing it right is one comprised of two capable individuals making a good team, rather than two incomplete people coming together to make a whole.
Love is like finding the perfect dress—they fit you as you are then and there and will continue to fit you in the future without major alterations.
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