So, I have some pretty silly friends from high school. Well, “friends”. Some of these people I knew well enough that I called them family, others were not so close. But recently, one thing has been pulling them all together: hatred of my marriage. If I had a videoblog, this is where I would play my intro clip to give you a suspenseful few seconds. It would seem that some of these people who used to be my friends are now happy to throw irrational vulgar language my way only because they’re emotionally upset because they don’t like that I got married. Let’s recap: people who swear they are my friends. Are telling me that my marriage was a bad decision. Because they don’t like it.
Each of these friends can not support their argument rationally, so instead they give me a history lesson of my life. They remind me of a relationship that failed horribly. And they blame me for it, saying that surely all other relationships I have will perish similarly. Wouldn’t you think I should listen to such friends that know my own history better than I? Surely these are some kind of gods, with such knowledge, not only of the depth of my past, but also of the expanse of my future! Continue reading