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4 Reasons I’ll Never Get Married Again
Being married has it’s benefits. I got married at age 19 and finally got to have sex. I had been holding my breath for at least 6 years at that point, if I am going to be honest. I had 4 children by him and had the comfort of living within the cultural norm, not making any waves, and all of the other benefits of looking like a happy, together couple.
But it was all a facade. I am sick of facades. After being able release myself from the cycle of unhappiness, codependency, and grief, I got out of that marriage. It was 27 years long. Being married to a boy-man for 27 years was enough for several reasons.
#1-I will no longer be a burden to someone else, or be available for the perception that supports that.
My marriage was a traditional one. He would earn the money and I would raise kids and take care of the home. He went to college on and off for 20 years of our 27 year marriage. I kept a home going on little more than 18K up to 45K for all but 8 of those years plus whatever I could put together teaching and baking after our homeschool days. I bartered for things, was the recipient of a million hand-me-downs and I, personally, wore the same clothes for over a decade, pregnant or not. This is not about how poor we were or how destitute I felt. This is about the burden I felt myself to be. I had some simple needs. And those needs…
