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All this wedding planning has got my head going whimsical. There's so many people that wait their whole life for this. Those girls that suffer from PPD, Pathetic Prince Disorder, waiting for that perfect man to save them from their prisoned tower.

Me, my opportunity to be someone's wife was the size of a germ and shrinking as every year passed. I suffered from SPR, Scarred by Previous Relationships, the skeletons in my closet I buried six foot deep. I locked myself behind padlock and key. I never wanted to fall in love again. Love was for suckers. Until one day...

I wanted to switching gears and downshit. We plan for a wedding, but we never plan for the the afterlife a.k.a. life after the wedding. After the honeymoon's over and the registered gifts are collecting dust, enters the marriage monitor scaling the hallways for mishap.

What am I pawing at? Well, I've been thinking long and hard about the future. Meanwhile, I come from the generation of divorce. The committed are dropping like flies. It's all about fifty fifty and I'm not talking about split assets.

I have the strongest support system, my parents. I have the pleasure of following in the footsteps of my parents. I am so proud to present that next July is their 50th wedding anniversary. They had seven boys and three girls. One word, Catholic. That's right. I look up to my parents for really taking the vow of marriage seriously. My dad is the sporadic ocean and my mom is the land that gently embraces him. Together they are my world.

The vow of marriage is vital to me. It's not just words repeated, it's a way of life. A promise.

I'm not embarassed to say that I am my mother's daughter and my father's little girl.