All around me people are planning weddings. I must know at least twelve couples getting married this year. I’m happy for them, if that is what they truly want in their lives. Love is, after all, a wondrous thing. For myself, however, I can love freely without needing to be defined as a half of a couple.
I’ve known since I was in my early teens that marriage was not something I aspired to. I have nothing against marriage, I just never saw myself as a married woman. As I aged and discovered that there were options outside of straight, monogamous marriage and I started to understand myself better, I realized that the reason I had no designs on finding that one true love is that, for me at least, love is so much bigger than that.
I was introduced to polyamory as a concept nearly twenty years ago. It made so much sense to me, for me. Not that I am seeing anyone right now, but when I am dating, it will be a relationship built on mutual love and trust, and the understanding that he or she is not my one and only.
I haven’t tipped my toe into the dating pool in a while, and I don’t plan to any time soon, though as wedding season rolls around, it would be nice to have someone to take with me, even if just to forestall the conversation about why I’m not dating/coupled/engage/married. Somehow complete strangers seem to think they have the right to ask me about these things when I show up to events alone.
If I had a dime for every time I’ve been told I just haven’t found the “right person” I could retire on my own private island. At fifty years old, I’m having the time of my life, just like I am. I don’t need a husband or a wife to complete my life. Love infuses my life, and when I feel the pull toward a person, I explore it, without hitching my ride to another’s existence.
Either way, love wins. Love should always win, marriage or not.
Happy Saturday, Readers! I hope love infuses your day, and happiness fills your pockets.