Thursday, February 17, 2005
Are we really married?
KKFM in Colorado Springs had some crazy morning DJs who were promoting a paid in full wedding on Valentine's Day in 1994 to an engaged man or woman willing to rip their future in-laws first in a letter, then on the air for being "cheap" and refusing to pay for a wedding. My mother talked me into it and I poured all my teenage anger & spite into a strongly worded letter to the station. I won. In return, we received a fully paid wedding including but not limited to a honeymoon suite, reception room, cake, video & photo service, tux rental, etc. The whole thing is well documented. You can't make this kinda stuff up without proof. I have it, so hush.
How do we really know we are married? We survived each other's growing experiences together. Don't let me fluff this up for you. It was hard as hell and we made the other one pay their dues through our mid-twenties. The license is merely a formality for "legal" reasons and means nothing in my perception. I have never been asked to prove that I am married to this woman with a license. You wanna know why? Because they can see it in my eyes. This is not something a man admits openly without having paid the price. I have paid my price more than most men. Trust me. Most run in fear. For sticking it out and taking my knocks, I received a reward beyond my every expectation. I now have a beautiful woman for a best friend, a lover and a partner in parenting and life. Fellas, you just can't buy this kind of love. Trust me again, she married me unemployed.
So to answer my title question simply, yes. I am married. But not merely due to a piece of paper or her last name or the children we have. I am married to this woman because we to choose each other on a higher level. HAPPY 11th ANNIVERSARY, BABE. (Ew, mushy!)