A sacrament to some, to others, it’s just a piece of paper that’s also often  included with a prenuptual agreement, and an understanding that it may not last too long, children or not.  To me that’s not a marriage but rather a business agreement made up by man, in other words, it sucks.  For me it’s always been a sacrament, for better or for poorer, in sickness and in health until death do us part. I feel rather sorry for the ones who choose the other.  I feel it’s  a waste of precious time, dishonoring the children of that union that will be greatly regretted someday.  As you come to that state in life when you look back at what you have accomplished a good solid  marriage is a truly successful life and not the great amount of money you have amassed.  In her book Anatomy of the Spirit, author Carolyn Myss talks about the great importance of honoring the sacraments.  It matters like nutrition matters to the proper functioning of the body.  It matters period.  As I myself look back I find it truly difficult to forgive such dishonor to my soul and to my children and accept crap instead.    So again I ask Spirit to forgive for me, because I can’t.  This is me and how I feel, I needed to write about my heart hurting to let it all out at this stage I have reached.  My oldest and closest friend in the USA found her true love in her second marriage, and I honor her husband for the type of man he is.  Marriage is a divine union between a man and a woman, healing or destroying body mind and soul.  I’ve always chosen healing.   The high road.