A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it - John Steinbeck
Several weeks (0r months) ago, Cupcake pointed me in the direction of Lisa at Clusterfook. Lisa is going through some difficult times, to put it mildly. She is doing many, many things to make the difficult times bearable.
One of those things is getting her marriage blessed in the Catholic Church.
I had friends in college...imagine. Mike was a mild mannered Georgia boy. I think he was a Methodist or something. He was a KA. Frat brother of LawyerBoy. His girlfriend was Mary. Tall, dark, Italian and hot-headed. Catholic. Chi Omega pledge but I believe she told the sisterhood to shove it.
After graduation, LB and I had the wedding and then went on to graduate school. Mike and Mary had to finish up. Once they graduated, they decided to get married. So, they went down to the Wedding License Office, got their license and went home to their new apartment.
Because they thought they were married.
Two days later, they went to the justice of the peace and sealed the deal, so to speak. Not before they had called their parents, though, and told them that they had gotten married on the day they got their license. Of course, Mary's parents were devestated in all possible ways. No church wedding, no Catholic church wedding, no Catholic boy... you get the picture.
Fast forward to about ten years later. Mike and Mary decided they wanted to have children, but before doing so, they thought that they should have themselves a church wedding - or at least a church blessing. They planned a ceremony, a lovely dinner reception and invited all their friends and family. Everything went as planned until the priest said that this blessing was retroactive to the date of their original wedding. That wedding which was two days later than everyone's parents believed it to be.
The best laid plans of mice and men.
Labels: And after all that, they got divorced
posted by teachergirl at 7:59 AM
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They got DIVORCED? Oh, dear. That goes over really well in the Catholic church.
When I went through the process of being Catholic, there was a young couple in the class. The wife was Presbyterian, the husband Catholic. They discovered, in the course of taking the course, that they were not married in the eyes of The One True Faith. So we had a little wedding for them and got them blessed by the priest. It was quite sweet, actually.
I wonder if they're still married. Now you've got me concerned.
Such a downer! After all that, and they got divorced. Of the original set of friends Hubby & I had when we got married Back In The Stone Age, we're the only couple still together. It hurts my head to ponder. BTW, on a lighter note, don't forget my Silly Sunday Sweepstakes tomorrow--I've got a pretty funny snap this week!
It's divorce and remarriage that doesn't go over particularly well.
Which is why my beloved reminds me of how often she to the firing range.
-J.
Of course, each of them re-married. And we just shook our heads.
I have a black belt in shaking my head.
-J.
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