Marriage. It has become word vomit. I hear it constantly from my family, friends, co-workers, and even strangers.
One of the first questions people ask me is “Are you married?” I often wonder, why does it matter? Am I less of a person if I am single? Will it change your opinion of me? Why do you care?. My usual answer is “No, thank god”
Women are constantly talking about marriage, when will I get married? why can’t I find the one? Guys are too picky! and so on and so on.
Old Ladies are constantly praying for me to settle down, open my own house, and have children. My usual thought is, I have opened a house, cooked for myself, and paid my bills. I don’t need a man to do that for me! My answer is usually different: Ameen and InshAllah.
It seems that I should be worried about my future, but oddly I’m not. I know Allah has a plan for me and it will all unfold at the right time.
My relatives constantly tell me, You have a job, you finished college and are at the “right” age…what else do you want? Apparently, career and life goals have no place in their equation.
B.A + job = Marriage.
Not B.A + career + Masters + saving the world = Marriage.
Now, I’m sure I can get a Masters and save the world WHILE married but things change when you are married. I’m not just making choices for myself..but for 2 people and maybe more.
I would like to say that it’s only a girl thing..but that isn’t true. I have many male friends who complain about their families wanting them to get married. The expiration date is a little later than mine but they get the same treatment.
We all would like a happily ever after but reality rears its ugly head and reminds us that: Happily ever after might not happen.
Yes, I have become a cynic about Marriage a.k.a word vomit.
What is your word vomit?