Marriage Horror Stories
I am a shell of the person I used to be. Am I even that? Is that framework of an identity, the person who I used to be, even still there at all?
I either cannot remember who I was, or it has truly been vanquished from me. Being a shell of who I was would suggest there is some remnant of me still remaining, a vessel of sorts that used to contain my identity. It operated as a mould that shaped my character and made me the person I was. It was a framework that I might be able to rebuild my identity upon and within, if it still existed.
I'm not sure it does exist any longer.
This is one of my many marriage horror stories I will write here. I think that will help me reflect on what has been stolen from me, who I used to be and what I can be again, as well as operate as useful advice and warnings for others.
Here's the first warning I can provide. Never relinquish who you are. You are important. More important than your spouse, and more important than the couple you comprise. If you are married, or going to get married, understand that you should be prepared to be alone again. You cannot give up everything and then hope to make an easy transition back to being single.
So here's my second warning. Don't get married. I know plenty of people will say otherwise, but plenty of those people will be wrong. Marriage doesn't work for the vast majority of people. Those who say it does are either in the small percentage of people who are married and happy, or they just haven't been married long enough for it to fall apart and fail yet.
I don't want to drone on about this narrow topic, but I think it deserves more attention than people seem to give it.
I'm going to contemplate which next horror story I will write about here, and be back to tell that story.
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