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This post ran as we flew out on our honeymoon last year. It only seemed right to run it again today, as David and I will be boarding a plane for our one year anniversary trip at dawn tomorrow. When we got back from our honeymoon last year, I said to my friends that I was so sad that the honeymoon was over. Forget the wedding being the best day of my life, the honeymoon was two of the most blissful weeks of my life. And being wise friends, they reminded me that while you can never re-live your wedding, you can have many many honeymoons. So, in a way, we're off to our second one tomorrow. It's been a long, stressful, wonderful year, better and richer than I ever would have dreamed. I'll write more about it on the other side, but for now I leave you with this. A tiny post that proved to be so, so, true.

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The evening of our wedding day we were browsing in a used bookstore (this is not surprising to you, is it? Of course not). I was looking through the magazine section and I stumbled upon a wedding magazine, a wedding magazine that I *like* at that. And I had this dull feeling in the pit of my stomach.

And suddenly I realized, "It's not my problem anymore!" And I felt terribly terribly free.

You hear a lot about post-wedding depression. You hear about how when you wake up the morning after your wedding you will feel happy, but also a little empty... sad that the party is over. Maybe. Maybe this will happen to you, I don't know. But what I can offer you is a ray of hope - it did not happen to us. Our wedding was wonderful. Our wedding was absurdly joyous. Our wedding was one amazing party. But it was exactly the right length, and when it was over I ran out of that door, making long strides in my silver heels as I dashed to the car.

Our wedding was just right. But we are both so happy to move on. We'll have it in our memories for ever, and now we have a wide open vista ahead of us, with new adventures to be had... Continue reading Classic APW – Post Wedding Freedom

As I've mentioned, I'm hopping on a plane Saturday for two weeks of (blessed) vacation. For those of you up on your dates, yesssss.... it's a first anniversary trip. So. I wanted a way for APW to keep up and running, but in way where comments were still moderated and you guys were all still taken care of in the good old sensible-tough-love-with-hugs APW style.

Soooo.... drumrolll please..... I decided to ask two regular commenters and Team Practical members to take over while I was gone. I wanted to ask people that both I knew, and you guys knew, really well. I wanted people you trusted. So, let me introduce the, erm, Megs-In-Training? Temporary-Megs? Probably-better-moderaters-than-Meg-anyway-ladies?

First, we have Liz. Here is her comment picture:

You'll remember her from her wedding, her self catered desert reception, her waiting-to-have-sex-post, her blog, and the fact that she invented the term A-typical traditionalists. She lives in Philly, and she's gonna have a little baby soon! When I was trying to describe what commenter she was to my friend Kate, she looked confused, and then finally said, "Ohhhh! Liz who says all the smart things?" Yup, that Liz.

Second we have Alyssa. Here is her comment picture:

You'll remember her from her wedding, and from crying in the car. She lives in Dallas, she has your back, and she'll call you sweetheart and make you laugh. As my friend Kate said, "Alyssa? Oh, the HILARIOUS one?" Yup, that Alyssa.

So their comments will be in pink (like mine normally are) starting on Monday. They'll have the power to pull down mean comments, and generally help stear the conversation. Treat them just like you would me, yes? But nicer. They are doing something really nice for all of us, and particularly for me. I told them I would try to check in by email, and they told me, "NO WAY! HAVE YOUR VACATION! We got this." And I'm so so glad to finally share the APW responsability a little.

Posts will continue as usual, but with these two ladies steering the ship.

I'll see you on the flip side... hopefully far more rested and with stories to tell. Continue reading Meg’s Vacation = Team Practical’s Party

On Criticism and Love

I spend a lot of time worrying that by writing this site I'm glamorizing marriage. (I worry less about glamorizing weddings because, hello, I'm pretty sure the wedding industry has that covered.) But I spend a lot of time writing about the ways that marriage can be a really positive force in our lives, and I worry that comes off as, "Marriage is the answer," and I really, really don't think that. I think *good* marriages can be wonderful and empowering, and there are not a lot of places for smart women to discuss that honestly. But h*ll, when I was single in my 20's (and I was *very* single for four years running... which is rare in your early 20's in New York City) I would have written you a novel about why being single was wonderful and empowering.

I worry because I hear really well intentioned things in the comments like, "All weddings are beautiful" and "All marriages are wonderful," and in my experience that has not been true. One of my sassy and smart girl friends had a story of being a bridesmaid and telling the bride, "I have the keys to the car hidden in my bouquet. And if AT ANY POINT you decide you don't want to go through with this, give me the high-sign and we are so out of here." And yeah, I've been there. And yeah, marriages that start with the bridesmaid hiding the car keys in her bouquet often don't end well. So I was more then ready to hear it when reader Charlotte contacted me wanting to write about when you should think about NOT getting married. About when you should listen to those who love you. About how to differentiate selfish b*tching from real concern. So, here is Charlotte. I know saying, "Sometimes you shouldn't get married," is a little explosive... but I think you guys can take it.

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About a week ago I contacted Meg asking if she or somebody else could write an article about people who give the bride undue criticism about her partner that is neither welcome nor appreciated. I got to thinking over the weekend of apartment hunting about two grand philosophical questions that have been bugging me for YEARS. One, how do you tell somebody you love that you think they are making a mistake and two, how do you know when to listen and when to ignore the concern of people who love you? I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have volunteered my services to Meg because I am thinking that these questions are perhaps larger than their answer. One thing I love love love about APW is that is provides women of all different backgrounds, sexual preference, age, and religion a healthy forum to discuss their future marriages. Comments constantly repeat some of my favorite words: commitment, communication, love, and companionship. All things that make a wonderful marriage. However, I have been the unhappy member of several weddings where these things weren’t present.

Let me give some back-story here. Ten years ago my older sister was coming out of a REALLY bad relationship (drug addicted guy who stole her college money, and spent it all on stuff going up his nose) and met somebody she considered the man of her dreams. They dated for two weeks, got engaged, and three months later were married. This conveniently coincided with the expiration date for his green card. Sure he didn’t do drugs and he had a real job, but he constantly belittled her and made her feel bad about herself.  So there I was, biting my nails at the wedding while everybody else glowed with congratulations. I don’t know how many times my mom tapped me on the shoulder and told me to shut my mouth. After six years of insults, neglect, and cheating they divorced.

Another case in point, my younger sister. At 19 she thought it was a great idea to drop out of college and get married to a drug addicted, pathological liar. When I asked her at the time "just why are you doing this?" she came up with a lot of the reasons we all give for getting married “we’re in love”, “I want to commit my life to this person”, “He makes me a better person”. All perfectly credible reasons to get married, right? They divorced 7 months later.

I could go on and on with case studies here, I’ve got loads. There are certain similarities in my friends and family members who entered into bad marriages that they knew (yes, they did know it at the time, they just weren’t honest about it, you can ask them yourselves) were going to be bad.

  • Reluctance to be alone. My sisters could never, ever be single. By that I mean a consistent stream of boyfriends from the age of 13 until today with very short breaks. Not that this means you are codependent, but it can be really big read flag. It’s hard this day and age to be single. Particularly when our entire culture tells women through constant advertising that our worth is based on what men think of us. If no boys are into you, you must be worthless. Our culture also places enormous pressure on women to get married. Just check out the Supreme Court hearings. If you don’t get married you don’t fit the mold of what a woman’s life should be. No big day? No poofy dress? No perfect family?*
  • “I’m going to prove them wrong” syndrome. My friend Amy, (not her real name) dated a guy 24 years older than her who trafficked drugs throughout the Caribbean, stole, refused to wear a condom, and forgot her birthday. When I asked her why did you stay with him so long she said it was because she wanted to prove everybody wrong. So many people kept telling her he was bad news that she needed to stay with him long enough just to prove to herself and others that he was a good guy.
  • Really low self esteem. Let me just say my friend Amy is hot. Blond, blue eyed, perfect skin, tall, and she looks stunning in heels. And she is an amazing human being. All her friends know this. Everybody knows this, except Amy. Because Amy thought she wasn’t worth anything she dated guys who treated her badly and made her question her self worth.

SO how do we know when to listen to our concerned friends or family, and how do we tell people we love that we are concerned for them?

Continue reading On Criticism and Love

Um. So. You guys are into meetups! I just did what I thought would be a quick headcount for each meetup on Facebook.... and ohmygod that was not quick. So! A reveiw: We'll be meeting up (around the world) on Saturday, September 11th, to discuss Dan Savage's The Commitment. And in case I wasn't clear in the first post: Please read the book even if you're not going to a meetup. It's d*mn good, and we'll discuss the hell out of it here.

So! Now! Everyone should go to Facebook to check the rough head counts for their meetups, pick locations, and do a little planning. I'll post a master list of all the meetups and locations at the beginning of September.

Till then, here are the locations. We will be having monstor meetups in: Boston, DC, New York City, and San Francisco.

We will be having more meetups in:
Austin, TX
Australia (Skype meetup with mini-meetups in Brisbane, Sydney, and Melbourne)
Baltimore
Calgary, AB
Charlotte, NC (May join with Durham)
Chicago
Dallas
Durham, NC
Greater Atlanta
Greater Denver
Greater Detroit
Iowa City
Lexington, KY
London, UK
Los Angeles
Madison, WI
Minneapolis
Nashville
New Orleans
Orlando
Pittsburgh/ Cleveland
Portland
San Diego
Seattle
St. Augustine, FL
State College, PA
Toronto
Vancouver

Crazy, no? And if you didn't sign up, and wanna.... go, go, go! And either way, READ THE BOOK. No joke. You'll love it. My copy is now all dog-eared with bits I want to talk about. Continue reading Team Practical Book Club Meetups

For some reason, Christa's wedding graduate post this week made me think of one-of-my-best-ladies Cara's wedding graduate post. Cara was one of the original wedding graduates, back almost two years ago (Ah! That long?!) when I asked a few of my new blog friends to write about what they'd learned getting married, to help steer me, still on the other side. I've never re-run Cara's post, and I'm not sure how that is. She summed up everything you need to know when figuring out your wedding and the details, in a world that tells you it's all about the details. Because it's a delicate balance for those of us that care about style... what will matter? What won't? How will it matter?

So today, one of the *most* classic APW posts. Since it ran, I've drunk whisky in an bar in an old church with Cara and Nye in Scotland, toasted my 30th birthday with them in New York, and cried over their soon-to-be twins. It's been a long and wonderful road, but Cara's words are just as wise now as they were then. So with that, the lady herself:

What did I learn from getting married? Many things - if you're Doing It Yourself ask for help, loads of it. You don't need as many boxes of biscuits as you have guests. Spending your monthly food budget on fancy cheese is unnecessary and if you take medication that alters your mood taking it upon yourself to lower the dose a fortnight before your wedding is a bad idea. But which of these things to expand on, which that might offer some insight to other brides to be? I'll go for the one that I wish I'd realised earlier....

It's not about the details.

Hardly a novel idea, I know. Wise women like Meg and East Side have been telling us this since the very beginning but lovestruck fools like me (I'm assuming that I'm not the only one) have been ignoring them. Let me share what I have learnt, although I feel like an idiot for not listening in the first place...

I love the details, the details were my sustenance during the bitter moments of wedding planning, the he wants to elope so he doesn't have to wear a suit moments, the my mother has told me 16 times in the last 12 months that she hates weddings moments. Making handmade prettinesses made me smile (and occasionally want to throw things out the window, but that's par for the course right?) and I firmly believed that they would make our wedding...*better* somehow.

Well, they didn't. It wasn't the details that we managed to pull off that made me realise this, it was the huge number of projects that didn't quite make it to the wedding day either because we just didn't have time to finish them or because on the morning of the wedding we were too busy making sure our guests would have tables to eat at to worry about fripperies like decor. The aisle decorations never made it, but even better than admiring our beautiful silk ribbons our guests admired the love and joy that shone out of our ceremony... Escort cards? Well I spent days making them but again and I know not how or why, we ended up with a list of names written on a piece of card and no lives were lost as people found their seats without the help of handwritten notes hung on a washing line with bird shaped pegs. Finally, the one thing that really brought it home to me that the details matter less than the thought behind them - the photo line. Continue reading Classic APW – Wedding Graduates: Cara & Nye

As we near our one year anniversary, I wanted to write a little bit about nesting. When I first started writing about marriage, I made it clear that I wasn’t going to equate marriage with nesting – because what it with those blogs that turn into records of pillow buying one second after the wedding? I don’t need minute by minute updates of your pillow purchases, thanks. We were, more or less, already nested, and were not planning to buy a house any time soon (down-payments in the Bay Area are regularly in the low tsix figures), so I was going to talk about other things.

But. It’s never that simple, is it?

In the weeks after we returned from our honeymoon, we began to settle back in. The changes were not huge – we had new dishes and pots, we had a few honeymoon souvenirs on the wall, we had a wedding picture or two in little frames, and we had a huge Ketubah on the wall of our bedroom. They were small changes, but it felt like a subtle shift. Our home felt a little more permanent than it had before. It was nice to be reminded of people that loved us, and wanted to help us build a home, each time that we pulled down a plate or a cup. It was nice to walk by our Ketubah and remember the commitment we’d made to each other.

But, the economy, she is a b*tch, and we didn’t get a hoped for sense of the future we’d expected. Normally, when you do really well in law school, you have a bright future mapped out before you well before you even graduate. (Whether your future turns out to be anything like you think it will is another question all together, of course). But that’s not the case these days. So we waited, and we waited, and we waited… and we waited some more. I kept thinking that soon we’d know where the road was going to lead, and we could buy a new couch, or paint the living room, or know we were going to move and make plans. But the future never presented itself. (And it’s not just us… huge swaths of the incredibly talented graduating lawyers we know have no job prospects, and their families are spinning).

So we had two options: keep waiting, or start learning to live with the present. And, um, I’m no saint. So I chose the waiting and whining option for quite awhile. I spent endless emails b*tching to Jamie* about how I wanted to nest, but I couldn’t. I had all these ideas, but we had no idea what was happening next, so how could I do anything? (Poor patient Jamie).

And then this spring something snapped. Continue reading On Finding Home (Here. Now.)