A Marriage Equality Story, by Rich Paschall

When Eddie went into the army, Marge and her husband Edgar decided to leave the Midwest and head for Arizona.  As each year had passed, Edgar found the winters increasingly difficult and the summers impossible.  When the spring and fall brought allergies on and the summer humidity brought breathing difficulty, the decision was easy.  It was time to go south.

Marge received a transfer to a Mesa, Arizona store and Edgar was sure he would find work if only he could breathe easier.  They took their daughter with them, although she had reached 21 years of age.  She did not know what she wanted to do in life and a change of location seemed like a good idea.

Eddie had worked for two years after high school and then decided the army would be his best start in life.  After the army, he would use his benefits to go to college and make his life better.  While in the army, he lost weight, matured and became a handsome young man who made his parents proud.

Even though Marge was a rather conservative type, she learned to use social media and followed along on Facebook and Twitter hoping to see more of Eddie.  He was on Facebook but actually used it very little.  When he posted some pictures from a Middle East cookout with his fellow soldiers, his proud mother shared the pictures all over the internet.  Eddie did not post much after that.

Marge spent some time each day, and much time on her day off, posting on Facebook and reading internet articles.  She would “like” things she thought were good and sometimes comment on postings and news stories.  Although she did not consider herself very political, she did seem to agree more with Republican postings than anything else.  Her friends started avoiding posting political items on her page.  It was better that way.

Whenever Eddie was on leave from the service, he visited friends in Chicago and then went on to Phoenix to see his parents.  When Marge would ask Eddie what he did in Chicago and who he saw, she got vague answers.  Eddie said little about his personal life.  He told next to nothing about friends or the service.  His mother thought it was just a phase that young men go through.  She figured he would tell her a lot more when he got out of the army.

When he was nearing the end of his time in the service, Marge asked Eddie if he would join them in Phoenix or return to the Midwest.  He told her he would move to Chicago.

“Chicago!” she exclaimed.  “Why do you want to move there?  It is not safe there.  It is expensive to live and the job market is not the best.  You can get a job here.  I can help you.”

“I want to go to school there,” Eddie explained.  “I have friends there.  I will get a job, don’t worry.”  He spent months assuring his mother he would be fine until the day came when he got his discharge and went home to Chicago. Eddie saw his mother’s Facebook postings on a regular basis and that only convinced him to keep his personal life to himself.

He got an apartment, a job and made friends.  He enrolled in a city college with his army benefits and was happy with his life.  He assured his mother that all was well. After following along on Facebook, Marge decided she did not like the direction the country was headed.  She did not like the liberal policies and she would definitely vote a more conservative ticket.  It was easy to find friends online who agreed.

One day, an old friend from the Midwest called Marge.  She was excited about the latest news and could not wait to talk to her old friend about it.

“Hello Marge, you must be so excited.  I must tell you I was so surprised.  Did you see the picture they just posted?”

“Picture?” Marge asked.  “What picture? What are you talking about?”

Her old friend just laughed.  “Why, the wedding picture of course!  Did you know they were going to city hall?  Did you know which day it would be?”

“Who are you talking about?” Marge demanded.  A long silence followed while Marge’s friend wondered if the whole matter was actually a secret.  It seems that Eddie was tagged in pictures by others, but he had posted nothing himself.  The friend thought carefully about what to say next.

“Oh, it is something I saw on Facebook.  Perhaps you should go look at a few pictures that Eddie is tagged in and we can talk later.  OK?”  After some vague promise to call back soon, the old friend hung up and Marge raced to her computer.

The PC started slowly and Facebook seem to take an extra long to load up.  It was no different than usual, but this time the wait was maddening.  Finally, Marge got online and found the pictures that her old friend referred to.  There was Eddie at City Hall getting married.

The fact that Eddie married without telling her in advance was upsetting.  The fact that she did not know the other person at all was also upsetting.  But the most surprising part of all was that the groom took another groom.  Her handsome, white, middle-class son had married a handsome Hispanic man of about the same age.  In one picture, they were looking deep into one another’s eyes as if they were truly in love.

Marge was stunned.  She had no idea that Eddie was gay or loved the young man she had seen in the photos.

After she stared at the pictures for a while, she started reading back through her Facebook posts and “likes” to see if she had said anything negative about Hispanics or gays.

Related story: Seeing Things Differently

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  1. Reblogged this on rjptalk and commented:

    Will all of these characters take pride in the event described here? What is the reaction of one of them when a certain picture gets posted to social media? To read this Pride Month short story, click View original post at the bottom to head over to SERENDIPITY.


  2. Too many parents are more invested in having their kids turn out the way they’ve planned than helping them turn out healthy and strong.

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    • Many are surprised when their adult children are not who they thought. Hence, the next story.


      • Eventually, my parents were very proud of me. The hard part was breaking away and making it clear I was going to do my own thing. Once that happened,the rest was pretty easy. Well, easier with one parent than the other. The hard part is being a young person, making the break from home — and making it stick. Not needing to come back to live. It’s hard. Probably harder now than it was when I was a kid. Harder to make a decent living, harder to find a place to live. You need a lot of guts to get out there and be yourself.

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        • Yes, I truly think it is harder now. It seems to me more adult children live at home because they have no choice.


          • Pay was lower when I was growing up, but so were all the other associated costs … like food, housing and transportation. My first house cost $20,200. You can’t get a decent new car for that money now.

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            • If the owner sells the house I am in, I will probably have to move since rents are so high in this area otherwise. She has kept it more than reasonable these last 38 years I am here. I do not know how people starting out can do it.


  3. It has to be difficult to accept the fact that our children are separate entities from us and they must find their own destinies with our love.

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  4. Rich, I love how you structured this piece. I knew where you where going but I enjoyed the journey, especially Mom’s “Pilgrim’s Progress”. Rich, from a writing point of view, this was excellent. Overall, it is poignant because of how you developed the story. Well done!!

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  5. What a fantastic story! Often times we forget that what we post, like, and share on the internet is public. Sometimes these things have unintended consequences.

    It would seem to me that Marge doesn’t necessarily have a problem with gays or hispanics, and that she loves her son. If this story were to go on, I’d like to think they might reconcile, she could challenge her beliefs, and maybe even become an advocate.

    It’s amazing how perceptions can change when the things we don’t understand are suddenly a tangible part of our lives.

    Great read!

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