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I’ve never really been into the whole “gay marriage” thing. I’ve never really needed it, or felt like having it was something that really pertained much to me in my life. It never seemed important to my situations.

Maybe I was failing to see the bigger picture.

Maybe I’ve always had a hard time believing that something like that could ever happen to me, so why care if it can happen for someone else.

It’s funny how things change.  One day you wake up and you’re just a complete different person, with completely different ideas, and completely different goals.

Maybe I just never  had the right person in my life. One that makes you feel like you’re the most amazing person in the entire world.

Maybe I’ve never needed the thought of gay marriage, because I’ve never believed in someones’ ability to be gay and married. I’m not sure.

I believe that working in the bars for so long has been both the best and worst thing that could happen to me. The best part of it, is that you truly learn how to read people. You learn so much about people in general, and that knowledge is invaluable. Though, that’s also the worst part of it. You see people make mistakes. You see different sides of them. Sides you shouldn’t. Sides you wish you didnt. I’ve seen so many people that I thought were committed to their significant other, make decisions that show otherwise. And while it’s never anyones’ business….you find yourself frustrated with the situations in general. Eventually, you start to see just how much more difficult the gay community would be if marriage was allowed. You find yourself not wanting the label on your own relationship. Like it’s the mark of death or something.

Factor in the fact that I come from a broken home, raised predominately by my father, (with a shit ton of help from my grandparents) and you can see why I might not be a huge supporter of it.

However, the older I get the more I see the appeal.

I know what it feels like to love a person so much that you want to share everything with them. I know what it feels like to love a person so much that you want the world to be able to see that love. I know what it feels like to be afraid that the person that you love more than anything might not be able to see you in the hospital, or have the right to make decisions for you when you aren’t able to.


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