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I'm straight. I never saw a reason to get married. I lived with a few guys but was always careful not to have children. I like kids. I thought about having one or two every so often but I never met the guy that I wanted to have a connection to for the rest of my life, that is, until a few years ago. I met a wonderful man and I moved in with him. To make a long story short, he has kids from a previous marriage, one of whom is bipolar with psychotic episodes. The bipolar one had a falling out with her mom and started living with us. One weekend, when my boyfriend was out of town and his ex-wife was on her honeymoon, the bipolar kid had an episode and disappeared. I called the police but kept being put-off because I wasn't related to her. I finally got a hold of my boyfriend and had him call the police. He cut short a business trip to get back to deal with the police. We found her after two days.
A few months after that incident, my boyfriend and I had dinner with a gay couple we know. I was relating my frustration at what had happened and my inability to do much of anything at the time my boyfriend's daughter disappeared. Our friends looked at me and told me I could take care of that little problem if I would just get married to my boyfriend. They then started outlining what that little piece of paper called a marriage license meant. They mentioned talked about everything from taxes to health care decisions. Until that time I had never thought about what marriage really meant, legally at least. By just saying "I do" I was suddenly conferred with all kinds of rights that I would have to fight for otherwise. So, the only reason I finally agreed to marry my boyfriend was because of a gay couple.
Fast forward to last month. My stepdaughter had another episode and disappeared. This time all I needed to tell the cops was "I'm her stepmom" and they listened. They found her (in another state) getting ready to board a bus with someone else who was mentally ill and abusive. If I didn't have that little piece of paper, I couldn't have gotten the ball rolling to look for her as quickly as I did. If I didn't get the cops looking when I did I don't know if my stepdaughter would be alive today. It was weird. The same people were involved, yet, this time, because I was married to her father, I suddenly had the "right" to make a police report, I had the "right" to talk to her doctors and give them some background on her previous episodes, treatments, etc.
I have legal rights that have been granted to me because I said "I do" and signed a piece of paper. Why shouldn't everyone? Aren't the foundations of any marriage mutual love, mutual respect and wanting to take care of each other? As far as I know, these things aren't tied to or limited by a person's sexuality. Marriage is a civil rights issue and it should be extended to every American.
BTW, I'm more than happy to be the fifteenth person to K & R this thread. Count me in to support and to fight for gay marriage for my fellow Americans.
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