Or so I assumed before discovering that without that 'piece of paper' my partner's pension built up over forty years would be greedily sucked up by the so called treasury (no doubt to be awarded to the banking fraternity, adding to banksters' security...and to think for forty years i've been dealing with his smelly socks and cleaning up after him and our errant children,picking up dog poo from a succession of labradors,entertaining and educating tham all, worrying constantly about everything from A to Z, general enslavement really!!...Bankers..euphemism for scum...I wouldn't mind if it was Oxfam!!!) That 'piece of paper' also legitimises my children, placing them where they should be in terms of inheritance rights....without it they remain second class citizens and illegitimate.........at the bottom of any pecking order.....in 2011!!
That 'piece of paper' also removes the stigma inflicted by those that are unable to resist looking down their nose at you..."well he never married her, I wonder what was wrong with her?" applicable to a large range of bigot, from aged relatives, to teachers, to work colleagues, to his brain dead aquaintances who only ever meet him at the local watering hole!!The lack of 'that piece of paper' weighs heavily upon a child of the
family, who without doubt, maybe subconsciously, but very often not, accepts tacitly that their parents
simply cannot be bothered to marry, to create a safe unit, with the same surname, a special haven for the child and siblings, and must surely affect the already delicate psyche of said kiddy.
In conclusion that 'piece of paper' reflects a public declaration of love, and a promise to protect and endure
in good times and bad, and that is why I have fixed a date...I do love him...just wish me luck in telling him!!!
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