Friday, June 26, 2015

God damn it.

Family Research Council and innumerable others warned about this, and it has come to pass. The Supreme Court has failed to defend my "traditional" marriage, and now it is meaningless.

That January day in 1986 when my wife and I stood in front of a Greenville, NC magistrate and said tearful vows in front of two impromptu witnesses (another magistrate and a parking ticket lady) -- disappeared.

The time she called me with the news she'd felt our first baby move for the first time (she was at home watching Overboard, and I took the call at a Kmart service desk, in those days before cell phones) -- nothing.

Celebrating each other's triumphs and bolstering each other during failures, holding hands at tense hospital times, laughing at family in-jokes that no one else will ever get -- gone.

All of it gone.

Swept away by an activist court's evil choice to give same-sex couples a shot at those same experiences and memories.

You bastards. You should have defended my marriage. From the gays. And their gay "marriage wiping out" powers.

Now it's all over.