As a spinoff of the “How many marriageable people do you know?” thread, I’m curious here whether you think you yourself are ready for a marriage (or a long-term union if you don’t want to/can’t get married).
If you do feel ready for it, was there a certain point at which you had an “Aha! I feel like I can get married now” moment, or was it a gradual building up?
If you DON’T feel like you should or could be married right now, why not?
I am currently married. I have always felt that I was good marriage material, though, and it was always only a matter of coming across an equally suitable man.
I don’t care much for marriage. I’m not absolutely opposed to it, but I don’t feel the need. If I were to marry it would be with someone I’ve already lived with for a long while in a commited relationship. Since I’m not in a commited relationship, I’m not marriage material.
Technically (as in stable, sane, and employed), yes. Emotionally…possibly. My fiancé died unexpectedly in late 2011 so I’ve really just moved into “dating is not fraught with peril” in the past year.
I imagine the “right” guy might make me feel differently.
But if, hypothetically, my wife died or left me, do I see myself as marriageable? Uh boy… the idea of rejoining the dating pool and seeking out a new wife is too depressing to think about. I have extra incentive to make sure we live happily ever after.
You don’t wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel.
Seriously though, I’m not out painting the town but I think I like being alone more than I like being in a relationship. If it was a zero-stress no drama no-or-low-maintenance relationship where we could just be ourselves I would love that, but finding someone like that is daunting.
I was married for 18 years, have been separated for 18 months, and cannot ever imagine getting married or being in a relationship again. I still have a bitter taste in my mouth.
Nope. Become too accustomed to not being responsible for anybody else, and I would not take on any kind of a relationship and thereby represent myself as dependable for their needs.
Sure am. I’m amazing, as I tell my wife every day. She’s lucky to have me. I can tell she agrees by the way her eyes roll and the derisive snorts when I tell her, too.