- 6 years ago
- Wedding: May 2014 - The Crystal Ballroom at The Rice Hotel
Married or engaged bees, all are welcome. However, this is no stone casting session. Let’s show Christ like love believers.
I am in unchartted territory in my neck of the woods…
My mother was a virgin when she married, as were 99% of her friends. My parents raised me in the same Independent Baptist church my mother grew up in, I am a 3rd generation. So here the reason for this post, it is a simple discussion about the trials and tribulations of your actions of not waiting. Surely I am not the only bee who is a believer, but also admittedly a sinner. Amen?
For example, fiance and I are having a hard time selecting/locating someone we know that will offiaciate the ceremony. Our 77 years old chuch has more than split, it exploded. Many sides to that seperate story, all of which were at fault for lacking a loving and faithful spirit. I no longer feel happy or comfortable asking any of my old pastors to officiate, including the one who married my folks 30 years ago. Nor would any likely accept the position because fiance and I live together, just bought a house out of state for his new job.
Did any of my fellow bees have a problem with a pastor not willing to marry if living together?
To the bees who didn’t wait or are already married, you understand that not having sex is simply not an option. When living and sleeping together you become one, a team, a unit. Sex has the same effect with or without a marriage license; it becomes a need, a connector to your SO. Sex is special and sometimes feels like it has magical powers (lol), but it is not a cure all! It refreshes a couple as one when used out of love. Fiance and I were each others first and last, we have no regrets about not waiting. However I am not condoning nor am I “the pot that called the kettle black”; via stating that a promise to God of love and marriage is obsolete. We tie the knot in 112 days. But breaking our circuit once connected feels damaging, it shuts us down leaving 2 raw live wires in need of one another. Not that we become nymphos that need mindless “love” and will find any other willing wire. More so a penny split in half, what good is 1/2 a penny without its proper half?
Feel free to comment on what I’ve said or introduce an issue you had/have of being the lone bikini in a one-piece suit pool.