A MATE once confided, in his cups, that he couldn’t remember why he got married.
And it would be little more than selective hindsight for me to pretend to recall precisely the emotions and the reasons that led me to the altar.
However, for reasons I might find difficult to remember, let alone articulate, I was married 42 years ago this month.
So why would I deny same-sex couples the right to enjoy (or maybe endure) the same mysterious relationship? And why would I worry that the private business of a few gays would somehow threaten my marriage or family?
