For me, getting married was relatively easy. Wayne and I walked into a chaotic office full of people, everyone at a different stage, in the process of getting their marriage license, pulled a ticket, and waited for our number to be called. When it was our turn, we were each handed a singled paged document to fill out using little golf pencils. The documents required copying information from our birth certificates. Once we were done, everything was reviewed to make sure all the information matched. We were asked us to raise our right hands and swear all the information we have written is true, “to the best of our knowledge.” Continue reading “I Didn’t Get Married”

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