Granted, this story would be completely different if I married a guy I kinda, sorta knew and he turned out to kinda, sorta be a psychopath. Tim is not. My husband is the shit. He is a wonderful man. And what I've learned is this: if you love someone and want to spend the rest of your life with them, tell them. Even if marriage isn't for you. Tell them how you feel. Tell them they're "it" for you.
Don't be afraid. If you want to marry someone, then marry the fuck out of them and don't apologize for it. It's your life.
You don't need to do what society expects of you in order to have a lasting, healthy marriage or relationship. You have absolutely nothing to prove. Listen to that gut. If weddings stress you out, elope. If you don't like white, here's an idea: wear fucking yellow.
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Elena (pronounced Uh-Len-Uh, not Ee-Lay-Nuh) was born and raised in Reno. She has a bachelor's degree in Spanish literature and translation, and works for Patagonia. She enjoys yoga, running, massaging her kale with lemon and olive oil, kissing her husband, and watching her two cats play with her hair ties for hours. Check her out on Medium, Instagram, and Facebook.