Truth be told, whenever I see an article come along on my newsfeed dealing with marriage or families, I typically tune out. It’s not that I hate my family—far from it. I just know if I go to this article, even if everything is reasonable and thought out, there is a large chance that the comments section will be gehenna on earth. Plus, no matter what anyone says, it’s nearly impossible not to read the comments. It’s a black hole that continually sucks you in…. There is truly no escape.
So it is with the greatest irony that I write an article about marriage and my family. Now, to be fair, I’m not a famous mommy/Patheos blogger, which means one of two things:
- This post is not going to go viral.
- Because this post is not going going to go viral, the comments section will be either a) nonexistent or b) incredibly tame.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way. . .
Being married for two years and being a dad for nearly a year has been eye-opening in more ways than one. When I met my wife, I didn’t have a whole lot going for my life. I had just moved home from college (transferred to the online program), broken up with my long-distance girlfriend, and was struggling to find a job. Most of my time was spent playing Playstation 3 and reading N.T. Wright (AKA best use of my time ever). All of this means: when I met her, I realized I had a lot to change.