Reason one: Collectibles

I am the first to admit that I am no longer in love with my collection of Seraphim Angels that I just couldn't live without in my early twenties. I still, however, display them in a curio cabinet in my dining room. They are still pretty even if they don't go with my decor.

When I moved in with my husband, I had to give up one shelf in the curio. Actually, I don't know that I actually agreed to it; it was more of a retreat from arguing. After all, it's just a shelf.

First it was the Star Wars figurines. He wouldn't let go of the stormtrooper that he had fashioned a display case for. Then R2-D2. Then a football and an old 7-up figure that was his grandma's. Now we have casino chips, a golf ball, and replicas of the 2006 Cardinals World Series Ring. All by themselves, I don't have a problem any of the items (well, maybe the star wars memorabilia) if they are sitting in a drawer or box somewhere. In my curio, though, they look silly.

A gay man might or might not appreciate my angels; he might call them "his girls." A gay man would fight for a shelf, but not a shelf to place random junk from the past. Or if it was random junk from the past, he would at least somehow make it make sense amongst his girls.

I always imagined that I would marry a gay man. Whether it was for one of us to get insurance, or to realize some inheritance, I saw myself in a mutually beneficial marriage to a gay man. Not until I was married to a straight man, did I realize just how beneficial it could be.