I think I am coming to hope that I never get married and have kids. I had a discussion last year with guys on a construction gang I was overseeing... they were all Navajos... and one of the guys, a heavy equipment operator said, “But who is going to bury you when you die? That's why you have kids... so someone can burying you”.
It left me wanting to just wander out into the desert, blow out my brains and let the coyotes and bobcats take care of the carcass.
Stay away from people who are "against marriage." I realize they're talking wounded because they're walking wounded, but I'll tell you ...
I knew a woman 40 years ago who was always spewing bitter words about her ex. It repelled me: it grieved my spirit. And I resolved then and there never, ever, ever, ever to talk that way about another human being, and to shun the company of people who did.
I love my husband very much. Don-o, you listening? I love you so much.