My grandparents on both sides didn’t seem to like each other. They lived under the same commitment, but seldom touched, and rarely shared a common word. I never noticed it as a kid, but now that I’ve been married for awhile, it’s getting clearer how two people who’ve lived together for so long can grow to be so far apart.
Things changed just before they died. There was something about the impending end of love that drew them close, despite the decades they spent in a relationship that was less than intimate.
It’s a common thing.
We meet. We fall in love. We can’t stand to be without the other, snog like jr. high-ers every time we get alone – which is tricky for us Christian folk who believe that all hanky-panky should wait until things are a bit more formal. Then to the wedding and into the life we’ve been dreaming of.
It’s exciting – everything’s new. Our family, usually, is happy, supportive. We move in together, buy some cheap furniture, maybe a pet.
But we’ve got some decisions to make. Continue reading Personal Reflections on Why it Takes Married People so Long to Fall in Love