On the way home from our at-least-weekly Date Night this evening, I flashed back to the comments a good man said to my then-fiance’ and me 34 years ago, when we were about 20 years old.
We’d asked him to be the official at our wedding ceremony. He agreed to do so if we’d take a compatability questionaire. He gave it to all couples for which he officiated. We weren’t fond of the idea but knew the man to be kind and if he thought it was a good idea and the information might be useful to us, then it probably would be.
Once we each filled out a lengthy questionaire. When the results came back, he ushered us into his office, sat us down, and in in a solemn and sad voice said something to the effect that based on our answers to the survey we were both very stubborn and selfish, so stubborn and selfish in fact that the odds of us remaining married to each other were very small.
He tried to talk us out of marrying each other, or to at least seriously considering whether marriage to each other was a good idea based on the survey’s findings.
We agreed that we were both stubborn and selfish and acknowledged how that could be a huge challenge to a happy marriage, but we were in love and wanted to get married anyway.
And so we did, for we knew something that he didn’t:
We were both too stubborn to ever give up on each other, and too selfish to ever let the love we had for each other slip away.