He stands there at the altar, back turned,
I don’t know his name, or who his mother is,
What his friends will think?
I couldn’t even take the Tinder leap
So what I’m doing here?
And hitching up my bridal skirts
I push those fearful thoughts way down
And let those words I need to form
Take their shape upon my tongue:
My dad and I love watching Married At First Sight Australia. It’s the trashiest TV you can find but it also opens a window into the world of somebody else’s marriage. ; something you don’t get to see all that often.
If you haven’t seen it before, they basically get a group of people who have never met and they get paired with somebody that the experts deem to be their perfect match. They are married and the wedding is the first time that they get to meet each other.
Understandably, there are some couples that fail miserably and these are the fun ones to watch. They offer the entertainment value and something for us to all laugh at.
But it does make me think about what makes a perfect match and you get to see how some people just sabotage relationship after relationship and they don’t seem to have any notion that they are to blame. I hope that getting sober has helped me to see my part in things that have gone wrong in the past, but I do wonder whether I would still fall into my old behaviours. Would there be anybody out there who could put up with me?
It has also interested me to think how I would fare on the show and whether I could stomach getting married to somebody I don’t know. To me, it feels like a real leap of faith and I don’t know if I would ever be brave enough.
I have even gone as far as looking at the application form….just wondering if I could do…..if I could be one of those lucky ones that it works out for.