What is marriage? In my mother's most religious days, she once said that although her and my father weren't legally married, but that in God's eyes they were husband and wife(That didn't translate to the church, however, and they had to get married before she could become an official member). The idea was that they were living together, sharing a bed and finances, raising me, etc., and that in olden days those actions did constitute marriage without a ceremony.
So, now that my beautiful boy has decided that we should give up the pretense and consolidate our bedrooms, it has brought this old thought of my mother's to mind. What is marriage? Is it a ceremony that costs way too much money, or a state of being?
He and I live together, share the finances, and are faithful to each other. With this next big step- having our room rather than his or mine- I feel like I'm making a commitment. There's no big fancy wedding with horrible bridesmaid's dresses, but we're merging the last of our real separateness. I'm still in show-shock(the feeling that comes from being in the final stretch of a show, it's a mix of soreness, exhaustion, irritation, and satisfaction), so the situation itself hasn't been absorbed. This did only happen an hour ago, so...
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