"Marriage Life"
Prelude
For the rest of the year (...what's left of October, November and December), I'll be ventilating how marriage life is for a 22-year old boy, memories that I'm fond of, and others that I'm a little grotesque and/or disappointed by, especially with things that I've expected; turn reality, overwhelmed and took me by surprise.
The idea of getting married at such a young age, itself, is scary. Try adding the fact that I'm gay and in a whole other continent without any aid (financial or... otherwise) from my family for 8,500 miles. To top that off (as if it isn't already bizarre and crazy enough), I have to emotionally and mentally support my husband because he has autism and I love him so.
In all the phases of my life that I've been a part of - like getting drunk in Australia, or running away from home to Canada - this... this is by far the toughest challenge I have to face, ever.
Suddenly the petty things that I used to complain about back home seems minute ('my-noot').
Responsibilities, chores, being there for him at his beck and call...
It isn't easy, but I do it out of the sheer belief that this is... love.
Oh, and for the record, I'm not talking about responsibilities and chores for myself. I mean.. doing chores for myself, my husband and brother-in-law. The motivation it takes for me to muster up, especially when all they do is sit around, eat, play video games , sleep all day, and collect a monthly check from the government to put to food, rent and living expenses.
Knowing I'm not an unreasonably lazy person, I'll work as soon as I'm legally allowed to, but for now, I'll have to depend and rely.
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This is the story of my life.
My marriage life.
...to be continued