Meaghan O’Connell, recently engaged person, wrote a thing on her tumblr about what it’s like to be continually congratulated for “making a conventional decision people almost automatically support.” She’s not making fun of people congratulating her, by the way. She’s very grateful. But also, it’s very nice to read about someone recently engaged in one of the most Exciting Things That Can Happen to a Person In Our Modern World be so real about it (“We didn’t get married yet. We made a decision! We had several difficult conversations over the course of a few years!”) Also good background information is that she very recently quit a very good job to Do Her Own Thing And Find Her Own Way, so FYI, Meaghan, if I see you and congratulate you, that is what I’m talking about okay.
The first year of our marriage, my wife and I fought about money all the time. Her shoulders raised in defense whenever I tried to talk about her debt, and I became passive-aggressive when asking about purchases I was seeing in our joint checking account. So we decided to figure out how to fix this.
Taylor Jenkins Reid ["THE WIFE"] and Alex Reid ["THE HUSBAND"] are married. To each other.
I make 78,000 Turkish lira per year, which was around $40,000. With the exchange rate now, it's closer to $39,000.
"An American man in Florida and his husband, who is from Bulgaria, have become the first same-sex married couple to be approved for a permanent resident visa, an immigration milestone that comes after the Supreme Court struck down a federal law against same-sex marriage." (The Bulgarian husband previously stayed in the country on a student visa by getting three master's degree$.)
We got married in a judge's private office on a Friday afternoon. Besides my husband, the only other people present were my sister, and three close friends. I told my parents a week before we got married what our plans were, and they asked, "Why so quickly? What's the hurry?" It wasn't quick or sudden for us; we'd been talking about getting married for months. The major impediment we kept circling around was that we didn't want a wedding.