So I'm getting married. To Chef Boyardee. But you know this already.
I was gonna pontificate about how marriage is such noble calling (which it is), about how its a calling and a ministry in itself (which it is) and all that stuff. But my first marriage counselling session is tomorrow. So all pontificating has flown outta my head to be replaced by, "What if the counselor dude tells me not to marry this guy? Maybe I shouldn't marry this guy? Why AM I marrying this guy?"
I'm a wee bit freaked out. And I was the one pushing the whole counseling thing.
In theory and in real life, counseling has proven to help newlyweds to adjust to married life more easily. Counselors deal with family backgrounds, expectations, sex, communication all in an effort to help the engaged couple have a more realistic view of what their getting into in lieu of the "OMG! Free sex 4ever!" thoughts running around their brains... I'm sorry, was that just me?
Counseling is a good thing. So why am I nervous? Should I be nervous? Why AM I marrying this guy?
Don't all stone me at once now. I do know why I'm marrying the guy, and I have a bunch of really substantial reasons, like the fact that he can cook and paint a wall in under 15 minutes. Ok, MORE substantial than that. I'm just not sure that in the hallowed office of the hallowed pastor of a very hallowed church, I'll be able to articulate those reasons clearly and succinctly enough for him not to ask me, "Why ARE you marrying this guy?"
Help.
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Happy to hear from u, unless ur gonna be insulting.