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Bleergh. We got married because of health insurance. The partner critter’s job provides it, and well. He likes me being healthy and stuff. But there’s other factors too, like WI is a community property state, and both of us have deeply weird anticapitalist credit history that is marginally less problematic when married. But that’s super not normal for disabled/near disabled people, and it fills me with rage. Bonus rage because it’s very likely my parents should get divorced asap for disability.
Ughhhhh I feel you. My folks had very easy choices about all this, and their pensions etc. mean that their pursuit of the very easy normal path is rewarded.
Of my sisters, one married because of Army rules, the other for access to insurance. My parents find that sort of thing cynical! But the rules benefited them so they’re not really aware of it!
My officemate’s mother just had to divorce her husband right before he died, because otherwise she would have lost her house to pay for his terminal care. It was horrible. She was so distraught. And it fucked up the will! It was a shit-show.
I think my dude refused to marry me because he thought if I was on his insurance I’d just never get a job again, which is horrible to contemplate– that he had that little faith in me, or what. I just don’t want to even bring it up because the whole thing hurt my feelings so much.
It’s obnoxious that it’s such a complicated issue. It’s obnoxious that our connections to basic social services are so often so extremely tenuous, and through things that genuinely should not have to bear that sort of weight.
I don’t know, there’s no easy solution and society’s disinterested in exploring any solutions anyway.
Bleergh. We got married because of health insurance. The partner critter’s job provides it, and well. He likes me being healthy and stuff. But there’s other factors too, like WI is a community property state, and both of us have deeply weird anticapitalist credit history that is marginally less problematic when married. But that’s super not normal for disabled/near disabled people, and it fills me with rage. Bonus rage because it’s very likely my parents should get divorced asap for disability.
Ughhhhh I feel you. My folks had very easy choices about all this, and their pensions etc. mean that their pursuit of the very easy normal path is rewarded.
Of my sisters, one married because of Army rules, the other for access to insurance. My parents find that sort of thing cynical! But the rules benefited them so they’re not really aware of it!
My officemate’s mother just had to divorce her husband right before he died, because otherwise she would have lost her house to pay for his terminal care. It was horrible. She was so distraught. And it fucked up the will! It was a shit-show.
I think my dude refused to marry me because he thought if I was on his insurance I’d just never get a job again, which is horrible to contemplate– that he had that little faith in me, or what. I just don’t want to even bring it up because the whole thing hurt my feelings so much.
It’s obnoxious that it’s such a complicated issue. It’s obnoxious that our connections to basic social services are so often so extremely tenuous, and through things that genuinely should not have to bear that sort of weight.
I don’t know, there’s no easy solution and society’s disinterested in exploring any solutions anyway.
