"As told by Ginger..."

Marriage. *WARNING: may contain spoiler*

I recently saw the Sex and the City movie with my lovely, old roomie, Connie (Mom, if you are reading this - I’m sorry. I covered my eyes for all the sex scenes).  I’m not going to say anything to spoil it - for several reasons.  The one thing I REALLY got thinking about though was the portrayal of marriage. 

I mean I KNOW I am a rare case - I am 23 and married to the man of my dreams (ex-mullet - see “little mully”, ex- a capella, ex rec-specs and all). I mean how many people meet at age 10 (or younger), grow up together playing at least twice a week, go to every prom together, make it through different high schools, different colleges, and still fall deeper and deeper in love everyday? In this day and age, hardly any.  In fact in this box office smash (that I referred to before) Miranda Hobbes is quoted saying, “You two are crazy to get married. Marriage ruins everything.”

These are my thoughts as a naive wife: The only thing marriage really ruins is your selfishness: your ability to put yourself first. In my opinion, that is the best catastrophe, destruction, downfall one can ever experience.  But if you can’t recognize that as a good thing then you are too selfish to get married. And it will ruin everything.

 My life is not glamorous. And not fairy tale like at all. I don’t even wish it was. I will happily check Andrew’s pockets for pens, and chapstick (or sometimes matches and toothbrushes) before going through the laundry, everyday for the rest of my life. It’s not supposed to be easy. You have to work everyday. And if working hard is equivalent to wrecked or demolished…bulldoze me.