In the past five years, my husband and I have faced home renovations, which brought us fisticuffs over tile choices. We've dealt with his father's death, my sister's debilitating car accident and now my parents divorce. I would be lying if I said that I've never gone to bed wondering why we were doing this. Why we were spending our twenties fussing over mortgages and paint colors, while our friends were out drinking fancy cocktails and sexting. Or at least that's what it looked like from my perspective. The truth is, some days it's the commitment that's kept me here. It's the memory of my poofy veil and the mild chafing of my ring that reminds me of the promise I made to love and honor and to not throw knives when he leaves his socks on the floor, again. That's why I think marriage is still relevant, because whatever else it is or will become, marriage is a symbol of a commitment that two people make to one another—to support, love, cherish and to remember, even when you are hiding the cookies out of passive aggressive revenge, that you are there to stay. When I remember my commitment, it takes the edge off my frustrations and fears, because I know that no matter what else happens, this blonde guy who really likes to watch "Battlestar Galactica" is with me no matter what.
Marriage is an adventure that sometimes feels like Mulder and Scully (interesting with a lot of sexual tension) and other times feels like Booth and Bones (campy and the relationship is a little forced), but it's always rewarding. And instead of holding me back, I feel like my marriage has given me confidence to try things I never would have had the courage to try otherwise, like writing blogs for a living or digging wells in El Salvador. No matter how relationships in America change, making a commitment to the person you've chosen to spend your life with will always be relevant.
What do you think, is marriage still relevant?