Because The Options Were Limited
A college dropout, child of divorced parents, and victim of domestic abuse from a prior live-in relationship -- I was working two jobs, as a grocery cashier and hostess at Denny's when I met my husband. Because I've trashed him a lot on EP, I think it's only fair that I set the record straight about why I married this guy.
I married him because:
1. He inspired me to go back to college, and was supportive while I did so.
2. He didn't hit me.
3. He was active in his church, had a full-time job, and volunteered to tutor kids.
4. He seemed mature and drama-free
5. He came to every honor society induction I had, and cheered me on apply (successfully) to grad school.
6. He played tennis with me.
7. We sang in the car at the top of our lungs on long drives and he knew all the same songs I did.
8. He was willing to dance the night away with me, then go to breakfast in the morning.
9. He said he wanted kids too
10. He collected Marvel comics & agreed that Star Trek painted a realistically hopeful picture of mankind's future.
There were no fireworks in our relationship, and my heart didn't palpitate when I saw him, but we had fun together, I liked him, and he made me feel safe.
26 years later, I can't find that guy in the physically and verbally abusive, emotionally stunted, ignorant bully who now reluctantly and only occasionally shares my bed. *shrug* Oh well. I guess "stuff happens." At least for the most part we live almost completely separate lives. That and his paycheck make the marriage tolerable -- for at least the short-term.