Married, to Spite Myself

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I chuckled a bit to myself today after thinking of the chance I have at becoming a family man. I thought, This chance, this life-altering choice, goes against everything I would have wanted five years ago. But I know it is the right thing.

This woman, I cannot be without her.

Five years ago, I couldn’t have cared less about relationships. I didn’t want that. You could say I was married to Art. I spent every f — — I had on Art and I was glad.

I was studying art at university. I had what I believe was a legitimate chance with nearly every woman that attended class with me, but I was dedicated to my craft. I couldn’t imagine any of these people giving me the freedom to cultivate such a deeply creative spirit as I have.

I completed my degree, took a basic job in retail to pay the bills, and wrote on the side.

Then, I found her. I knew immediately that she was the one. I remember sitting on my dad’s front porch thinking, What could this be? What might we be for each other?

She is kind and well-spoken. Dresses like woman you automatically respect. Most of all, she is smart. She’s a smart girl and you never get enough of those.

I began to display my feelings toward her and eventually, she agreed to date me. Since then, we’ve gotten to know each other quite…