I found out last night that my dad proposed to his girlfriend (kind of creepy to hear a 58 year old man refer to the 60+ woman he’s dating as his girlfriend, but I digress) on Sunday and she said yes.
This frustrates the hell out of me, although I’m not entirely sure why. They’ve been dating for 10 months, which I’m sure is plenty of time when you get to his age. He waited a little longer this time, too. The last woman he was engaged to he had dated for barely 4 months before he dropped to one knee before her. Needless to say, it didn’t work out.
Those who know me are probably already aware of how disenchanted I am with marriage in general. This could be because of the messy divorce my parents went through, or the messy divorces they each had with their subsequent spouses. It could be because of the national debate about whether or not two men or two women should be allowed to marry. It could be because my mom is on her fourth and this’ll be my dad’s third.
I guess I’m just questioning the whole point of the institution of marriage. I guess I can understand the religious implications, in that you want to be joined as one by God so you’re not living in sin or whatever. And I guess I understand how some people feel the need to make some kind of public declaration of their commitment to each other (okay, I really don’t understand that, but I can go with the flow).
With divorce rates skyrocketing and more and more children being born out of wedlock to absent fathers and alcoholic/drug addicted mothers, I just don’t see marriage as being necessary anymore. I say, if you love someone and want to spend the rest of your life with him/her, then more power to ya. Go do it. Hopefully you’ll be one of the Happliy Ever After couples that seem to be becoming so rare these days. But let’s drop this need to drop thousands of dollars on a dress, a tux, a caterer, and a minister/priest/shaman/whatever along with all the other expenses you’ll incur. Even if you just plan to fly to Vegas and get hitched by Elvis, don’t do it. You don’t need a piece of paper to tell you that you’re in love.
I know, I know, I’m a cynical bastard. I’m also aware that some of this stuff is quite the non sequitor. Whatever. Let me vent.