Marxism

Today I read about Marxism. I read a story from Hemingway about a man and a woman. They were married. She was only with him for his money, and he was only with her for her looks. 

I think about the trophy wives in my neighborhood, and I wonder if they're happy. They smile. They have money. They have kids and soccer practice and dance recitals and bake sales and church conversations. 

I think about God. Submission. Duty. Happiness... future happiness. Current happiness. Duty. 

I wonder sometimes if I'll ever love like I need to. Not everyone is lucky. Some of us have to make a choice. 

I can't know the future. Maybe, just maybe, this will all be something I can roll my eyes over ten years ahead. Please.