Most people marry their mother. I married my father.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother married my father in 1956. She was twenty-eight, and he was thirty-one. She loved him with a fierce steadiness borne of loyalty, determination, and an unyielding dignity.
My mother converted to Catholicism to marry my father.
I've never quite understood why people marry; marriage is just an invented structure.
My parents weren't married. It wasn't like my dad up and left. I maintained a steady relationship with my grandparents. My dad's mother is my nana, and I'm closer to her than almost anybody in this world.
The reality of marriage as the union of a mother and a father is grounded in our very biology.
My father married out of the family. I also married outside the family.
My parents had a wonderful marriage, but it was a very dependent relationship. My mother was entirely dependent on my father because that's how it was in those days.
My mom's been married three times; my dad has been married a lot. I didn't really see my dad that much.
My mother never married my father. She was married to and divorced from another man, then she married and divorced my stepfather and then, ultimately, they ended up getting back together.
Marriage is a definite no-no. I am totally married to my company. Emotionally, my mother fills up the void in my life. So there it is. My company is a spouse I will never cheat on, and my mother completes me as a son. I think I have a full family unit of my own.