We all have vows we make. To others, to ourselves and to higher powers.
To me there has only been 1 vow that meant anything in my entire life, my wedding vows. I said them before an audience of friends and family in a church where 3 generations of my family were married.
It was an event I looked forward to my entire life, and was indeed worthy of what I had imagined. Yes guys think of their wedding day. They may not plan it like women do, but they certainly have ideas.
Not to turn this personal blog into a place for political discussion and opinion, but marriage as a social issue has been a big-ticket item lately. The 1 thing you don’t hear about are those who follow through on the “til death” part, even if they do end up divorced. My grandmother did that, and I am doing the same.
Just so it’s clear, I’m going to all caps bold proclaim it. I AM NEVER GETTING MARRIED AGAIN*
You’ll notice the * there. The reason you ask? It’s simple, I vowed my life to 1 person. She may not feel the same anymore, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. But if at any point in time she decides she wants me back into her life, I cannot do anything but welcome her back with open arms. Why? Because again, I vowed my life to her. She holds a spot in my heart and soul right next to my children for the rest of my life.
Just because she doesn’t hold those words she spoke to me as in high of regard as I do, doesn’t give me the right to throw them away as she has done.
Many have said that this will cause any potential love interests to run away. If so, they aren’t the right person for me. If I end up alone for the rest of my life, that is how I shall be. This is how important that vow is to me.
Right now, I feel as if I wasted my vow. Hope is a dangerous thing however, and there is a candle of hope deep within that is burning for the memory of those vows we said to each other on August 14th, 2004. I only hope that she feels the same.