I think marriages run the risk of failure from the moment the last wedding gift comes in. New gravy boat in hand, you might find yourself thinking, Wow, this thing's for real. We're in this now, and we've got to pay for its upkeep in hours.
Some people just can't deal with that notion, so they bolt. Others bolt because they're enslaved to the idea of perfection ‑- the kind we see people striving for on reality shows every night. I believe all these shows make young people look at their spouses and think, Wow, he doesn't look as good as he did when we were cutting our cake. Enough with this guy. I want to be with someone more like the curly haired dude on Survivor: Tanzania.
Still others are freaked out by the very idea of being married. From all the jokes we've heard, plenty of people expect that after the big day, they stop having sex, put on sweat suits, buy in bulk and pop out some kids to yell at.
Oh, they couldn't be more wrong. And this is coming from a guy married seven years with twin babies ‑- and who loves the life he has now.
That may sound disgustingly cute, but it's true. I found someone I love, and I have a fun time loving her. I would advise anyone to do the same. And remember, when you tie the knot, don't let your head get clouded with ideas of perfection. Just enjoy being together and make your marriage work ‑- during those two years and beyond. And besides, two years is just too soon to develop a wandering eye ‑- no matter how hot that woman on The Swan is now.