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Hello + My apologies for what will probably come across as excessively neurotic and melodramatic, but I’ve got a question regarding marriage that’s been nagging at the back of my mind for a few months now.
I have been seeing my girlfriend for a little longer than three years - after all this time and weathering the standard ups and downs to be expected of any young couple, I really could not be happier with our situation. We’re both beginning to settle into careers, and we’ve recently started talking about marriage, although we are not “officially” engaged (it’s come up when talking to a few close friends, but for the sake of not getting too far ahead of ourselves, we haven’t mentioned it to our families yet).
Queue anxiety addled neurosis: I dated my previous girlfriend for four years leading into my freshman year of college. We were young and naive, were fairly convinced that we’d be getting married at some point. During this time, I was a tepid, nominal Christian with predictably foolish ideas about how everything worked (non-churchgoing + skeptical of organized religion, but I at least tried to let let faith guide some of my decisions).
Somewhere down the line during the last year that we dated, we began referring to ourselves (half-jokingly) as married although there was no civil ceremony or church service. I still introduced her to friends as my girlfriend rather than my wife, there was no public declaration (although I think we may have listed ourselves as “married” on Facebook for what that’s worth), and we never lived together - in fact, we still discussed having a wedding eventually She was never outwardly religious, and we never really spoke much about it - there was no mention of God or Christian marriage (and I think I remember her saying she’d prefer it not be in a church). She wanted to move in together, I didn’t want to bring it up with my parents because I didn’t think they’d approve, and quite frankly, would’ve been embarrassed to try to declare ourselves “married” to either of them.
Despite the fact that most of what we said was the two of us thinking it was romantic or cute, the small fragment of religiosity working in the background of my mind lent it some credence, thinking that I did not need validation from anyone or any institution for us to be together. I vaguely remember praying about the situation hoping I could justify the sexual interaction between the two of us with the fact that we privately called ourselves married. There was always some anxiousness about it and never did feel that my conscience was 100% clear, but at the same time, I did hope that what we were doing was justifiable.
Anyway - flash forward about a year to the inevitable breakup. Not on bad terms, but it did come out of no where. I was perfectly happy - she decided it was just too soon to know if we should be so serious. I spent the next few months feeling very depressed and tried pretty desperately to resolve the situation, although the “marriage” thing crossed my mind maybe once in the aftermath. Despite the depression, I was interested in dating a few months afterwards and finally bounced back about a year later.
Until my current girlfriend and I began talking about marriage, it had probably been close to five years since I last thought about the “we’re married” phase of the previous relationship. I know that it’s probably quite ridiculous to even worry about, but would there be any requirement for an annulment? There is no public record that we were ever actually married, no documentation to go over, or contractual stipulations to consider. I’m just curious, do a few words spoken between the two of us ears ago constitute an impediment now? Really hoping that I didn’t stick myself with a life of celibacy over ignorance and lofty ideals.
Typing this out has made me the entire thing feel even sillier than I already thought it was, and really, I have a feeling that the right answer is that I should just be relieved that I’m no longer trying to cheat my way into justifying pre-marital sex… but I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I might’ve bit off more than I could chew during the first relationship
For the record - her family’s Catholic, I’m unbaptized non-denominational but also open to and giving serious consideration towards making a legitimate commitment to a church (but not yet fully convinced - a conversation for another time)
Sorry for cranking out a novel in order to ask a single question - hoped to provide as much context as possible!
I have been seeing my girlfriend for a little longer than three years - after all this time and weathering the standard ups and downs to be expected of any young couple, I really could not be happier with our situation. We’re both beginning to settle into careers, and we’ve recently started talking about marriage, although we are not “officially” engaged (it’s come up when talking to a few close friends, but for the sake of not getting too far ahead of ourselves, we haven’t mentioned it to our families yet).
Queue anxiety addled neurosis: I dated my previous girlfriend for four years leading into my freshman year of college. We were young and naive, were fairly convinced that we’d be getting married at some point. During this time, I was a tepid, nominal Christian with predictably foolish ideas about how everything worked (non-churchgoing + skeptical of organized religion, but I at least tried to let let faith guide some of my decisions).
Somewhere down the line during the last year that we dated, we began referring to ourselves (half-jokingly) as married although there was no civil ceremony or church service. I still introduced her to friends as my girlfriend rather than my wife, there was no public declaration (although I think we may have listed ourselves as “married” on Facebook for what that’s worth), and we never lived together - in fact, we still discussed having a wedding eventually She was never outwardly religious, and we never really spoke much about it - there was no mention of God or Christian marriage (and I think I remember her saying she’d prefer it not be in a church). She wanted to move in together, I didn’t want to bring it up with my parents because I didn’t think they’d approve, and quite frankly, would’ve been embarrassed to try to declare ourselves “married” to either of them.
Despite the fact that most of what we said was the two of us thinking it was romantic or cute, the small fragment of religiosity working in the background of my mind lent it some credence, thinking that I did not need validation from anyone or any institution for us to be together. I vaguely remember praying about the situation hoping I could justify the sexual interaction between the two of us with the fact that we privately called ourselves married. There was always some anxiousness about it and never did feel that my conscience was 100% clear, but at the same time, I did hope that what we were doing was justifiable.
Anyway - flash forward about a year to the inevitable breakup. Not on bad terms, but it did come out of no where. I was perfectly happy - she decided it was just too soon to know if we should be so serious. I spent the next few months feeling very depressed and tried pretty desperately to resolve the situation, although the “marriage” thing crossed my mind maybe once in the aftermath. Despite the depression, I was interested in dating a few months afterwards and finally bounced back about a year later.
Until my current girlfriend and I began talking about marriage, it had probably been close to five years since I last thought about the “we’re married” phase of the previous relationship. I know that it’s probably quite ridiculous to even worry about, but would there be any requirement for an annulment? There is no public record that we were ever actually married, no documentation to go over, or contractual stipulations to consider. I’m just curious, do a few words spoken between the two of us ears ago constitute an impediment now? Really hoping that I didn’t stick myself with a life of celibacy over ignorance and lofty ideals.
Typing this out has made me the entire thing feel even sillier than I already thought it was, and really, I have a feeling that the right answer is that I should just be relieved that I’m no longer trying to cheat my way into justifying pre-marital sex… but I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I might’ve bit off more than I could chew during the first relationship
For the record - her family’s Catholic, I’m unbaptized non-denominational but also open to and giving serious consideration towards making a legitimate commitment to a church (but not yet fully convinced - a conversation for another time)
Sorry for cranking out a novel in order to ask a single question - hoped to provide as much context as possible!