My husband married me “till death do us part.” He keeps his promises.
When we married, we eloped. I was terrified, my parents had said, “if you go out that door, don’t come back!” (I didn’t know that their threat would only last 2 weeks.)
The Justice of the Peace who married us never said either of our names right, but he ended with, “I pronounce you husband and wife in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.” I remember thinking, “Let’s see you get out of that one, Boy!” (I didn’t tell him about that thought for nearly thirty years.)
That’s an awesome story made more so by the happy ending of 30 years later!
That you valued you valued your marriage so highly as it was sanctioned by God even more so.
Good for you. I knew a guy that had that problem. His father in law didn’t want his Mexican ancestry Catholic daughter marrying outside the race and religion. It took some years, but it finally changed. The guy was a go-getter and was quite successful. That always helps.