Why Did I Get Married...

Why Did I Get Married….

I usually do my best thinking in the shower, well except for this week because all I can think about in the shower is that I am turning blue.

Wait, let me go back and give a little context. Every 6 weeks I go and get my hair done by my friend DeAnna at her salon. It’s a nice 3 hours, chatting with friends and getting some reading done.  I am not the kind of girl that does her hair in the morning, so the fact that I get an expensive cut and color every 6 weeks is surprising to most people. As a matter of fact, I walk in and say to either shave it all off or dye it purple every time (well there was that one time when I said I wanted it just like Taylor Swift’s hair and then I had to be blond for 6 weeks…). Usually she does something fascinating with it color wise and I bunch it back up in a messy knot as soon as I walk out (which drives her insane!!!).

Well, this last time she really did dye it purple, except that most of the purple has been washing out for over a week now, except for 2 vivid purple streaks on either side of my head.

Anyway, back to the shower…

So my best friend, A, has been dating this awesome guy for just over 8 months now (well, she calls it dating, I personally don’t count the first 5 months when they were just fucking as “dating”. If it is, then J and I have been “dating” way longer than I have been telling people). He is totally not what she would call her type, but he is nice, and treats her and her kid well and she has even told me that she may love this guy (again, I am counting their relationship as being 3 months old, but she is not the type to just jump into anything without totally over-thinking it first). As a result, she and I got into this discussion about why bother getting legally married when you know you are going to be together anyway.

Well, that got me thinking. Why did I get married? What was the point? Could J and I have just gone through our lives to date without that piece of paper in the fire-proof box along with our passports and social security cards? Does filing our taxes together make us love each other more? No, of course not. This has been my train of thought in the shower for several mornings already as I try to figure out exactly why I felt the need to get married.

Seriously, aren't we the cutest thing ever!!!

Needless to say, DeAnna came to my house for dinner with her man-friend (who is friends with J but was always too young for me to waste my time with in high school) and she and I decided over chicken picatta (which was fucking awesome!!!) that people get married because it is just one more level of commitment.

The next morning, while washing my blue hair I realized how right that was. I didn’t care about the piece of paper, I wanted J to stand in front of the people who were important to us and promise to be with me, for better or for worse, for the rest of our lives. And I wanted all those other people there to witness, incase he tries to weasel his way out of it when he realizes that I am really just a big bag of crazy disguised as a festive, knit cozy.

I called A, to tell her about this epiphany I just had, but she wasn’t biting. Perhaps because I was shrieking… (seriously, the woman has been my best friend for 18 years! She should know how I am by now!) She also probably caught on to the fact that I would really like to go on “couple vacations” in the future and though her daughter is the coolest 5 year old I know, I need her to have a baby closer in age to Delilah so they can keep each other busy while the Mommies drink…