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May. 31st, 2020 09:03 amSince the day Dan had brought up the topic weeks ago, Marcus has been turning it over in his mind, trying to determine what he really feels about the idea of marriage. It isn't that he takes issue with men marrying each other -- or women -- and he thinks the fact that he'd officiated Neil's wedding with great honour can attest to that. It isn't even that he believes God is opposed to it, that he would be doing something contrary to his maker's guidelines, because he has to believe if God truly cared about any of it, He'd have made it known long ago.
It's awful to admit, but he thinks it might be the priests who had raised him. Marcus hates the idea of giving those men any such credit for having shaped the way he thinks about himself, but he has to imagine it must be possible. He had spent so much of his childhood and young adulthood with them, listening to them, internalizing their messages without even truly realizing it. He's never been a man who cared much for rules, not those set forth by the Church, not those put upon him by others.
But here he is. Uncertain and left feeling rather foolish because of it.
He had asked Neil to meet him for a drink, knowing if there's anyone who will tell him what an idiot he's being, it's Neil. And that's exactly what he needs right now more than anything else. He needs to be reminded that he isn't part of that world any longer and their rules don't apply to him.
Sitting in a booth at the pub, Marcus is already nursing a dark ale when Neil comes in and he raises his hand in greeting to let him know where he's seated.
It's awful to admit, but he thinks it might be the priests who had raised him. Marcus hates the idea of giving those men any such credit for having shaped the way he thinks about himself, but he has to imagine it must be possible. He had spent so much of his childhood and young adulthood with them, listening to them, internalizing their messages without even truly realizing it. He's never been a man who cared much for rules, not those set forth by the Church, not those put upon him by others.
But here he is. Uncertain and left feeling rather foolish because of it.
He had asked Neil to meet him for a drink, knowing if there's anyone who will tell him what an idiot he's being, it's Neil. And that's exactly what he needs right now more than anything else. He needs to be reminded that he isn't part of that world any longer and their rules don't apply to him.
Sitting in a booth at the pub, Marcus is already nursing a dark ale when Neil comes in and he raises his hand in greeting to let him know where he's seated.
