Why do people ask about married life, as if it is somehow different to other kinds of life?
Well, Danny and I are getting on just fine and, although those pink hearts and twinkly stars floating around our heads are getting a bit irritating and whilst obviously I miss having sex with all those underwear models like I used to, the deep and meaningful married joy I now feel each married day makes everything much more fluffy than it was before we got married.
Actually, we've been together for eleven years, and living together for seven of those, so being married - well... - it's pretty much like not being married, to be honest.
On the other hand, it seems to make a big difference to other people - obviously so, or they wouldn't keep asking about it. Our families take us more seriously as a couple too, as though being married indicates we intend to stay together, whereas unmarried, after eleven years, we might suddenly have decided - nah! - let's go our seperate ways.
In these enlightened days, for we irreligious people, it would be easy to assume that marriage is an archaic tradition with no relevance. Not so. Marriage comes from a deeper place than organised religion; it is a symbol we all recognise instinctually, with roots at the very heart of culture.
Ranting humanist.
