3 Years Married
Three years ago today, a Rabbi married David and myself in a ceremony at our home. She signed a registration book, and we paid $100 to have a license, and it was all made nice and legal. In that time, we have changed, and I think for the better. I don’t know, guess others will have to decide that one, but I feel different. Now I know, a piece of paper really doesn’t change much, or so many claim. I have to disagree, because frankly it has indeed changed us.
To begin with, we are more open with each other, and I think that comes from being more open outside of the home. I think that stupid piece of paper, that makes it legal for us to be together, has helped us to feel more secure with each other, as well as with those around us. I mean Dave kisses me in front of mom now, no hiding it. He calls me dear in front of company that come for dinner and there is no reticence, no reservations. It is all real, unabashed.
And that I think is from that simple piece of paper. I think, deep down, it has given us the security to be at ease with loving each other, with being gay even. It kind of says that no matter what others might think, or how they might object to our way of life, our Government, Our Country, says it is okay, says it is acceptable behavior, and not something to be ashamed of. And that is worth a damn lot, these days.
Call it what you want, but you know, it is damn nice to feel like we didn’t do anything wrong by being in love with each other.
