Someone said to me yesterday that many people would find it frightening to be married at my age. I must admit, I never imagined I would get married (except, of course, to James Dean Bradfield - a quiet registry office do, me in a bottle green trouser suit, champagne and off to Italy for the honeymoon, not that I spent any amount of my teenage years fantasising, you understand…). Being married is just piece of paper given to us by a state I don’t believe in anyway. We had a nice party and now we get better car insurance quotes. Surely these days the only thing that really commits people is having a child? Now, there is something we are not ready for!
Chicken and I are together and “committed” and I don’t think any of that has changed since May. Sometimes, as an anarchist-feminist I get annoyed with myself for getting married, but, hey, the insurance called us… Being married isn’t frightening, really, it is just another label, another “important piece of paper” in the “important pieces of paper draw” but the thought of bringing another person in to the world - that’s scary!!!
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