I have been asked three times recently (some kind of charm) as regards my consideration of marriage and its possible suitability for others.
Hard to say. Each to their own. Horses for courses. Etc.
However, I was married once, and it did not go well. And it led me for a while to be unhappy, ungracious even. This was long ago, but the shadow of the scab of it remains. Not the woman involved so much, but the event itself and its slow repercussions.
And thus I am likely an unreliable witness however well-tempered I now feel or try to be.
I believe in the truth of the first half a second. The moment you hear a voice or a suggestion and what you are flooded with, however quickly your inner frown turns into a polite (and perhaps insincere) smile.
This small piece by my friend Clench who lives close by here in Austin speaks (literally) in the voice of a vicar or pastor making remarks before a wedding might begin. It is from a slightly longer remembrance of an occasion he attended while living in New York City.
Perhaps he will finish the whole thing one day. He doesn’t often.
I am not this clergyman, being far too softened at this point, and that’s good, but still.