Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring.
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire.
I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down as the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire, the ring of fire.
Every time I hear this song I associate it with marriage. I was raised in a home with my mom and step-father who to this day are not married.They have been together for just over 25 years now, wow I hadn’t realized that it had been that long! I used to beg my mom to get married mainly because I wanted to be in a wedding. However, she always told me that marriage wrecks everything and if you are happy as a couple to leave it that way.
As I got older I realized it’s likely a good thing my parents never married, they would have never survived the wedding planning. I love them both as individuals but together they drive me up the wall. Sorry mom, I feel like she is reading this over my shoulder and judging me right now.
Listening to my dear mother detest the idea of marriage made me grow up with the same idealism that marriage was a pointless union. I was never really the type of girl who planned out my dream wedding or even considered being a bride. If either of my previous serious boyfriends had of proposed, I would have ran screaming. To me marriage was just like Johnny Cash sang, like falling into a burning ring of fire. Putting a wedding band on my ring finger would likely have left it burnt to a crisp.
Now that I’m getting older I appreciate my single life. I’m extremely independent, I never have to consult with anyone and I know myself better than I ever have. Honestly, it’s great. However, as the clock ticks I’m starting to think that I would like to figure out how to work some one into my life and eventually into my kiddos lives as well. The idea of meeting Mr Perfect for Me and jumping through the ring of fire doesn’t sound all that bad.
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