Well, Facebook, now you've done it. The latest study released by the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers (AAML) claims that Facebook actually causes divorce in one in five marriages. The reason? Hooking up with exes, flirting and the likes are all too easy on the social networking site. However, I would argue that many marriages that suffer an irreparable "Facebook incident" had issues long before the spouses starting sending out friend requests; Facebook is merely an easily accessible tool for a wandering heart.
We kissed for the first time after a techno party. I had covered my face in an invisible paint that glowed under a black light, and after all the guests left, the paint slowly covered her lips and face. I thought kissing was like licking an ice-cream cone, which is probably why she kept laughing as she taught me what to do, and a lot of what not to do, with my awkward tongue and teeth and lips. At sunrise I walked Jess home, grateful and covered in glow paint, surprised by how different she looked outside the thrill of the ultraviolet light.
In every marriage, divorce is contemplated at least once. Although, I suspect, in the best marriages it's considered three times a week. For one bickering couple, divorce was not only contemplated, but they tried it out in a dress rehersal of sorts and what they found out was they liked marriage better. That's what we are talking about this week, rehearsing divorce,, giving it up for Lent and whether marriage is a hellish trap designed to enslave gifted woman. *Cue evil laugh*
First, I had to free myself, to realize it was okay to put myself first sometimes, that I had a right to life too. "Can you watch the kids tonight?" I'd ask Matt, slipping on earrings, off for a night out with girlfriends. Soon I started dressing better during oppressive Minnesota winters; thinking more; feeling engaged mentally even when I wasn't. Because as my peer group stretched, I got support, ears to listen, voices that identified; I didn't depend solely on Matt for validation or appreciation. And through that I found my voice.
As a teenager, I had secretly assumed that many of these restrictions were out-dated and unnecessary, thus I decided to try and intellectually prove that premarital sex fit into that category. Over a period of months, whenever I had free time I would dive into the index of my Bible and search for all the verses that said anything at all about sex. I read over them carefully, searching for a loophole—some fact, some story, some statement that I could pluck up and use as my justification.
Every week, Traditional Love rounds up the best of the web on marriage, love and everything that falls inbetween. This week, a charming 5-year-old girl gave us her take on when she's willing to get married and while, I'm sure there are exceptions to the rule, wiser words have never been spoken. And if that's the only take away you have from this post, then really our job here is done. We're also talking Facebook, long distance and the government. Can you think of any better way to spend your Friday?
I'm a guy who really enjoyed his (soon to be) wife. But I felt like I was supposed to stop having sex with this woman. My prayers went something like this: "Really God? That's what you want me to do? But we're getting married in just a couple months. What's the big deal about it? Isn't getting married enough? Why do we need to stop having sex?" I never got up the courage to pray about moving out. I was afraid of what the answer might be.
Much of how we do family is learned and passed down through the generations. Each generation either adopts what their family did, or goes to the other extreme vowing to do family vastly different than the previous generation. Either way, your past influences your present. And your present will influence your kids future. Creating a happy family involves maintaining a happy marriage. Here are six tips to follow. How great would it be to pass along a simple, loving, passionate, adventurous marriage to your future generations? It can be done, and it's easier than you think.
This week was Valentine's week, and while we know you are so over it (so are we), the emphasis on love lingers and some of our favorite posts this week were Valentine's day posts. Although, we promise, there will be no mention of lingerie, chocolate or flowers, nor anything too adorable...well, besides Justin Bieber. Don't you just want to pinch his little cheeks?
This particular Orange County church was jam-packed every Sunday with twentysomething women who were young and tan and often sporting hip-hugger jeans. As all who wear them know, hip-hugger jeans can often result in precarious situations whereby a woman's unmentionables (i.e. thong underwear) have a tendency to creep out above the back waste line whenever she sits down. These unlawful appearances happened rather frequently during church services, and they did not go unnoticed by the young, twentysomething men who attended each week.