Getting Married

During the mid-twentieth century, there were certain rules and expectations for women to follow in marriage. Unlike current marriage that is seen as private, marriage during that time period was a public and social issue. Pamphlets were published by societal groups on how to be a good wife, how to pick the right spouse, and sex inside marriage. Couples who were considered as having a ‘successful’ marriage were encouraged to council young men and women and sometimes even to write books that teenagers were required to read in school. Young girls were taught that the only goal in their life is to find a husband that can take care of them. Girls had classes in school about how to be a good wife and keep a happy husband. When choosing a wife, some

I’ve grown up in a divided family, spending weekends and holidays at which ever parents’ house it was time to visit. My parents are not together so it makes things kind of weird when they have a different significant other. About four years ago I used to live with my mom after my dad got sent away to prison. In the beginning everything was fine. I went to school and had friends like every sixteen year old should. After a while my mom met a guy and his name was Robert. I never liked it when my parents were dating a different person, but I felt like I at least wanted them to find happiness even if it wasn’t with each other. So when my mom asked for my blessing, I approved. At first I liked him, he was nice and helped my mom out with money and things around the house. He got along with my brother and I, would take my mom on nice dates, and buy her flowers. Then he started to change

With a little less than a week left of school my mom took us to school to drop off our books. While there I stopped in a class and said goodbye to all my friends. I didn’t say anything to them until that day, I said goodbye we hugged and I left. On the drive over to the new place it ended up raining making it an even worse day. The new place was nowhere close to how nice our old place was, the new was a beaten up old trailer in an old trailer park in Amelia. My uncle and aunt already had 5 kids

It was me and my brother living in Nebraska at age 24. It was fun living in Nebraska actually because we got to see many things together like the plant my brother grew in our backyard. Only one thing came popping up in my mind though. Ever sense that weird neighbor moved in across from us our both of our parents past away. My brother got sick and needed medical help right away but then there is me Blaine Elliott. I'm the only

That's when my mom decided that we should move into a house we started contacting realtors and asking them what's the best deal. And me were trying to look for houses it was really hard to find a house that was closer to my school my mom and dad decided that if we cannot find a house closer to my old school we would have to change schools that really made me upset at the time but as time went by I understood that it's for the best and I cannot put pressure on my

My grandmother, my moms mother lived with us at the time. My grandmothers room begun accumulating all of the items my mom bought on her shopping trips, to the point where my grandmother only had a small space in the room. In June of 2010, my mom moved out with her mother to an apartment in Nashua, NH. I vividly remember my mom came to our house and fell asleep during our conversation of what the future would be, where my parents stood in their relationship, and if she would ever move back.

When my mother was in 10th grade,she was 17 and she acted way different then she does now. The reason she was 17 in 10th grade was because in kindergarten,she got held back because she didn’t know how to skip. When she was in 10th grade she was not part of the cool click. She had a select few amount of friends because she didn’t like people. Also because she was socially awkward. But the friends she did have were always there for her. Her group of friends were mixed you had Betsy,who was very outgoing not shy in the least bit. You had Jess,who was a party girl.You had Red and Ivette who were both stoners.You had Kirsten,who was the responsible one and very down to earth. And lastly,you has her boyfriend at the time who was a senior. His name was Mark. He proposed twice to my mother when she was in 10th grade because he was a senior and wanted a life with her. The first time he proposed she had said not because she knew they were too young. But the second time he proposed to her it was the end of tenth grade and she said yes because he convinced her that age wasn’t an issue and that they could be engaged for years before

I remember coming home eagerly waiting for my older sister to arrive home so I could tell her about everything I learned in my third grade class. I was looking out the window for hours, waiting for her to arrive home, my mother told me that she was probably staying after to make up a test before she left for work. It was evening when my father arrived home and she still was not there. He noticed me gazing out the window because he promptly asked me,

I remember my mom telling me what happend since I was away. it was tragic, Sometimes i don't even like talking about it.

It was the summer of sixth grade year we were going on vacation and it was going to be surprised. I couldn't work my stomach was in butterflies my parents were going to tell us today where we were going. Suddenly the door opened and my mom and dad walked thru.

It was during the spring of last year. The evening was quiet, and I was trying to concentrate on my chemistry homework, which was becoming incredibly tedious. The sudden ring of the phone broke the calm. Nobody yelled downstairs, so I knew it wasn't for me. However, after a few minutes, my mom came downstairs with a serious, we-need-to-talk look on her face. At first I thought, "Oh great, what did I do now?" Then I realized she had been crying.

The society play a big role in many of our lives and we don't even notice. They judge our everyday life and choices. The one thing we judge very hard is married couples having an affair with another person while they know. Yes some people do prefer a open relationship but the day you got married is the day you said and vow to love and secure them forever until death. Why would you take this vow if you're just going to sleep with another person while still being married?

Growing up we have always dreamt of the day we would be walked down the aisle by our fathers, or watch the love of our life walk towards up in front of rows of people. Even before were even engaged we wonder what colors or theme the wedding will be, how many people will be there, or where it will be! Unifying your love with somebody during your adult years has been something expected of us since childhood. Marriage is a big milestone in life, opening and closing many doors in life. In addition to changing your family it also affects other aspects of your life. Studies have shown that the satisfaction in marriage and the quality of happiness and health of marriage are different for heterosexuals and homosexuals. The partner’s understanding for one another, their “fighting styles”, and outlook on life are big aspects of marriage. These aspects differ among the separate groups, which is why same-sex couples have higher rates of satisfaction in life and have happier, healthier marriages compared to opposite-sex couples.

From what I can remember, it was a rough few years. I supposed it was a long time coming, people can’t change - no matter how much they try. To this day, I’m still not sure who it affected the most. My father seemed completely unaffected by the decision, and my mom seemed relieved from it. At the time, my sister was too young to really be aware of the extent of what was going on. I on the other hand, understood a bit more, or as much as I needed to at the time. I still remember my mom telling me we were moving. I was eight years old, all I really needed to know was that we were moving away - and my father wasn’t coming. It was the best decision. Them separating was the best decision for us. My sister was five at the time. I wasn’t much older than her, but I still took on a role. I was always there for her through it all. I remember certain times when my parents would be fighting, I was there for her. At the time, I didn’t quite understand that we were moving for good. I remember sitting the car with my sister, waiting for my mom to get in. She was standing on the porch with my dad, trying to get something out of him.

On the day of move-in, My family and I got up at 4am to get to Knoxville from Nashville. My mom had been preparing for this day for year, literally. She had bought any little thing I might have needed. From different types of medicines if I got sick to everything under the sun of school supplies. I had so much stuff I had packed to move-in, so we had to drive two car to get all of it there. I rode in the car with my mom, and my dad and sister followed behind. My mom was so nervous about sending her first kid off to college. My mom cried almost the whole way up there, which was a bit scary, since she was the one driving. My mom knew everything about UT. For months she had been calling and asking them questions I had thought about, but I was either to nervous or too lazy to actually call them. The drive felt like forever, because then my mom started asking me questions. It then hit me how