I have said a multitude of times, that I need a wife.
Someone to clean up after me, make me hot tea when I’ve got a cold, keep up
with my laundry, make sure my annual gyn and mammogram appointments are made,
and since I like to cook, she would only have to wash the dishes. If I had a wife, that’s what she would
do. But one thing she wouldn’t be is…
me. Because I’ve already got me and things don’t always work out so well. I fall asleep before making tea, put off
housecleaning to read a book, and am months behind on all doctor’s
appointments. So it’s with interest that
I read this article about the woman who recently married herself. And based on a bunch of other articles that
popped up about others who have done the same thing, I guess this is a new
thing. (I haven’t seen any mention of
guys doing the same, so I guess none has decided he needs a husband.)
I get self-love and being committed to your own
happiness. I’m not so sure I understand
the point of the ceremony. And I do
wonder, if taking yourself for your own bride might be blocking some energy of
someone else who may wish to take you as their bride. I mean, do you tell people you are married to
yourself? Would it be disloyal to yourself if Mr. Right does come along and you
decide to marry him? Many questions come to mind. But I do know this: if I was to marry myself,
it would be on a beach in the Caribbean or South Pacific and I’d stay for the
honeymoon. I think I deserve a great honeymoon.
Other than contemplating marriage, here’s what else I’m
currently up to.
