The headline said she was divorcing her husband because he voted for Trump. Another said a woman shot her husband over a taco. Some have tried to divorce their spouses before claiming their lottery tickets, but that never works. The ex always finds out and sues and still gets his or her share of the dough.
The truth is they married for the wrong reasons. They are divorcing because of them.
Why get married, especially in this permissive day and age when no one raises an eyebrow if you don’t?
I married HoneyBunch because I wanted to live with him, day in and day out. I wanted to sleep with him in the same bed and wake up with him the next morning.
I married HB because I liked him and cared for him and I wanted to be around him, holding his hand, kissing him, and making his life easier for him. If he was sick, I wanted to warm him a can of soup and offer him medicines. When he was well, I wanted to laugh at his corny jokes and shake my head at his stubborn opinions.
I married him because I wanted to be acknowledged as his legal partner. I wanted the security and the legality that the home and the life we made together would still exist after one of us didn’t.
I wanted him to be my permanent date in life, my dance partner, my plus one to parties and family dinners.
We don’t always agree on politics or how we like our tacos, and if I ever win more than the usual dollar playing Lotto, I would most certainly share my winnings with him. The love I feel for him is grounded in something deep that mere words cannot explain. It’s the same kind of love I feel for my children and grandchildren, my family, and my belief in God and country. It is as much a part of me as the blood that courses through my veins.
So, the next time you read about people divorcing over Trump, tacos, or legal tender, they shouldn’t have married in the first place.
PS: HB wants me to note that he is hardly ever sick. He soldiers through colds and pores hydrogen peroxide on boo-boos, so his health is an unintended plus in our marriage.