She is Beauty, She is Grace
The memories a woman makes before she gets married are fond ones for the rest of her life. And as a daughter looking at her mother and grandmother before her, a marriage as fond as the memories before it is a matter of risk and luck. It is a plunge women are courageous enough to make, not knowing whether the events beyond this horizon will constitute just as fond memories, or something else entirely. My mother and grandmother didn't know what they were leaving their old life behind in favour of, but they were brave enough to find out. I lack that bravery. I grew up believing (and I have seen little to no evidence against this) that marriage has an element, however small, of subjugation attached to it. You're bound to more than just a person: you're bound to their beliefs, their family, their obligations, and a lot more. Unwittingly, you find yourself conforming to the ways of your partner and the new environment that you have entered. And the events that you've had to...