Oh dear.
Time has flown, yet again.
Hey, did you know that the phrase ‘Tempus fugit’ doesn’t mean ‘Time
flies’ but rather ‘Time flees’. Still, I
learned in university that ‘Time flies like the wind, but fruit flies like raspberries.’
Umm… where was I?
Oh, yes, my poor neglected blog. Sigh.
So, the good news is that we have extended and offer to an
applicant for our open position and she has accepted it. Halle-fucking-lujah! This time it’s going to be so, so much better
than the last time when the top bosses didn’t listen to me. They hired a nut and we all paid the
price. This time, they agreed with my
choice and I have high hopes for this woman in this job. Extremely qualified. Friendly, but not pushy or weird with
it. Young enough to think this is a
great position, but not childishly young.
I’m hopeful. This is good news
because it means that the unreasonable workload that I and my entire staff have
been struggling under will be lifting soon.
Mid October, to be precise. I am
ready for it!
But, I did want to say hello to you all who happen to drift
by here every now and again. Hello! I also wanted to update you on some goings on
around Chez E.
So, the whole marriage equality thing. Raise your hand if you have mixed emotions
about getting married. Me! Me! I
do!
We were watching tv the other night and there was something
on about gay marriage and T looked over and said, ‘When are we going to get
married?’
I have been dreading this conversation for a quite
awhile. I remained silent.
Marriage is now legal in Washington State, which is right
across the river from us and just happens to be my partner’s home state. But, I thought I was safe because hey, we
live in Oregon! Not legal here! Plenty of our people have crossed the river
and pledged their troth in the ‘Couv, though.
It’s easy, if you want to get married.
Then she said, ‘You liked someone’s post about marriage
equality, right? Well, don’t you want to
get married?’
I, trying hard not to sound panicky or hunted, said, ‘Well,
I believe that we should have equal rights, including marriage, but I don’t
necessarily want to get married.’ What a
waffler!
‘Why? Why not get married?’ and then the inevitable ‘Don’t
you love me enough to get married?’
AAAARRRGGGHHH!
Don’t go there! For
the love of all things fleeting and temporary, please don’t go there!
Because, no. I don’t
want to get married.
I was married once.
To a man. It was disastrous. Thank the Heavens Above that my daughter and
I survived. And, yes, I realize that
this is completely different. T is not a
man. She is a lovely, hardworking,
compassionate, funny, attractive, sexy, needy, clingy, joined-at-the-hip,
self-doubting woman. So, you know, a
regular gal. A typical lesbian – if
there is such a thing.
We are registered domestic partners. That felt like enough to me, even though it
is definitely a second class citizen category.
I am in favor of marriage equality in theory, and for other people. I just don’t want to get married!
There’s another aspect that I haven’t told her yet. My workplace just announced that they will
begin treating all same sex married persons the way the IRS does; which means
that they will subtract one’s benefit dollars from one’s income pre-tax instead
of post-tax. That makes one’s taxable
gross smaller, so that one pays less in income tax. Well, isn’t that wonderful! Yes, it is!
But, it’s really going to force my hand.
Why can’t they treat domestic partnership the same? Wah, wah, wah. I should be celebrating, not whining.
But, here’s the thing.
I have never been ‘all in’ in this relationship. I’ve never felt that this was going to
last. I’m astounded that we’re still
together after 5 years. I’m a coward for
not breaking up, if I feel that way, but it’s not a bad relationship. It’s not like either of us is mean to the
other or treats the other badly. We get
along well enough. But, well enough for
what? For marriage? I don’t think so.
Oh, I know, we can always get divorced if we part ways. Well, yes, but why would I get married if I
thought it was going to end in divorce eventually? That makes no sense either. I’m telling you, I had a hard time signing up
for domestic partnership for these very reasons. But, in order to put T on my insurance, I had
to.
So, there I am.
Staring down the specter of marriage when I should be celebrating it. What’s a gal to do? What would you do?
Oh, one other piece of news.
Because my partner works for – and volunteers for - the county animal shelter, we are now
fostering a puppy. Super cute mutt that
is probably a cross between a pit bull and a shar pei. Funny looking little girl dog. Very smart, very loving, very puppy-ish.
WE ARE NOT KEEPING HER!
