There’s something almost magical about a wedding—even the smallest ones. Two people pledge to become one, exchanging vows to love each other in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse. The flaws of the person standing in front of them are overshadowed in the brilliance of romantic ceremony.
Thousands of dollars are poured into the ideal venue, the best dress, and the freshest flowers. But when the fairy tale ends and the gritty reality begins, disillusioned couples may end up hating the very person they once loved most.
I’ve listened to people talk about their ex-husband or ex-wife like they would talk about a politician. I’ve heard wives belittling their husbands. I’ve seen husbands treat their wives worse than slaves. Instead of observing what it means to really love, it’s more like watching two circling snakes intent on killing each other.
It’s no wonder the Gen-Xers, the Xennials, and the Millennials are abandoning traditional marriage in favor of other arrangements.