Fifty percent
I sometimes wonder at the 50% stat. There is a 50% chance my wedding will not make it. It’s just basic math. I am no crazy lunatic, just realistic.
I often wondered what happens to the 50% figure if you add some variables in the mix.
As we are driving for a wedding this weekend, my spouse is giving the information on her cousin (the bride) who is getting married. I at least want to know who will be there and a bit of background on the groom.
Well it’s the story of 2 people who fell in love on a beach down south and they have seen each other a total of 4 weeks over the last few months and have decided to get married. They also decided to procreate a child before the wedding (which worked). She is from America and he is from Germany. She speaks French, he speaks German. They are both able to say a few words in English.
I love the aura and the craziness of it all but as I sat there in the audience I thought about the 50% figure. Now my thoughts and the ceremony were disturbed twice...once when they discovered a wedding band was missing (it was found in the hallway under the grand piano) and a second time after the candle fell off it’s pedestal. But anyway back to my 50%.
What happens if we extrapolate some variables inside this 50%. Let’s say you get to know your wife for a year or two and live with her a year before marrying and then choose to have kids after a year or two of marriage. You also both speak the same language.
In this world of political correctness, we all sit there, wish them well and drink at the open bar. Well I have to say it, it’s plain crazy. If they wanted to give a try at marriage...fine. Let’s throw in a kid into the mix...not fine.
Conclusion: I have been to over half a dozen weddings that I could see wouldn’t work and I am only 31! (BTW, they all didn’t work.) Am I the only one out there sighting when putting my check in the envelope for the newlyweds?
P.S. The 7 course meal and the open bar was great!
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January 26, 2007 at 11:30 am
Yeah, but you never know which one’s going to be the fluke. My wife had a friend who knew the guy for about 6 weeks, had a medieval wedding in the disco of a cruise ship and then went on a cruise with their family for the honeymoon. Insanity. But they’re at 6 years.