This day, I will marry my friend,The one I laugh with, Dream with,Live for,Love.This was the poem on my wedding invitation just about 25 years ago. I chose it, because I liked the sentiment... loved it, in fact... but I didn't mean it, except for the first line. He was my friend, and he loved me, but I wasn't in love with him. I was in love with someone else... someone that I had met long before I met him. Some of you will remember R from my post
A Month of Anniversaries. R was engaged to someone else, and I thought I had nothing left to look forward to in life, and one of us might as well be happy, so I finally gave into my friend's pleas and agreed to marry him... provided that we have a long engagement (13 months... I was sure he'd grow weary of me and break it off by then). The day after I got engaged to my friend, R showed up on my doorstep. His fiancee had left him. She'd gone back to her husband to see if they could work things out. Imagine how I felt like backpeddling. But I had made the commitment, and I couldn't back out. Even though R said he was going to wait forever for this girl to come back to him, I know that if I had been unattached, I would have taken advantage of his fleeting availability.
I stuck to my commitment, losing touch with R in the meantime. I threw myself into the wedding plans and had fun doing it. I loved to organize events, and this was the event of a lifetime, wasn't it? But as the wedding day approached, and my friend didn't show any signs of backing out, I started to have panic attacks. I would just start crying hysterically for no reason, and when he asked me why, I couldn't answer. And then, we got married.
Two weeks after we got back from our honeymoon, the phone rang. It was R, asking me what was new. I told him I had started going to college and that I had gotten married. He said that he never thought I'd go through with it. Then, he asked me,
"So, are you going to be faithful?"
Terribly offended, I answered that, of course I was. But the seed was planted, and within very little time, I was sleeping with R. And eventually, there was another one besides R. And finally, realizing that I could never be happy in this married life, I left the marriage, after first breaking things off with both my lovers.
In the early days after my divorce, I always assumed that I would marry again, but this time, I would do it with someone for whom I felt passion... someone for whom those words on the wedding invitation rang true. I even wondered if I could use the same poem on my second batch of wedding invitations. Would people remember? I so wanted to use those words and mean them.
How surprised I was when my Friend beat me to the altar on his second go-round. Twenty-two years later, I haven't passed that way again, and doubt that I will. I do, on occasion, think about how I went through with that marriage, even though my heart wasn't in it, and the reasons why I did it. The reasons all fall flat now, of course... the ridiculous logic of a confused 22 year old girl. I can't justify it, and the only way I can make up for it is to refrain from making promises that I can't keep.
Do you think, in this age of multiple marriages and divorces, that it still makes sense for people to promise to spend
the rest of their life with someone, knowing that the chances are that it won't happen? I understand that most people mean it when they take their vows, but the fact is, that nobody can predict how they will feel next month, next year, next decade. Wouldn't it be more realistic,
and kinder, to promise to do the best that we can for as long as it still makes sense to be together? What do you think?