Just to clarify, nope, I'm not married. V and I got a PACS, as I mentioned earlier, but we're not married. When we do get married (and no, we're not engaged yet, but we have talked quite a bit about it), even if we decide to have a private ceremony, I'll tell everyone in advance. You're my friends and family. (Well, those of you who are, at any rate.)
The PACS is really just an agreement to live together. Anyone can do it except family members, and all it says is "we live together, please give us a small tax break". Lots of friends do it, for instance. However, it is also an option for gay/lesbian couples as a form of marriage. The contract part of it is really flexible, so you can, if you want to, make it more of a commitment.
As it is, for us it's a way to get a tax advantage and help me secure my place in this country and V's right to follow me to other countries without losing her job, among other things. There's also, I suppose, an element of romantic commitment, but not nearly as much as you might expect from a marriage or a civil union (if you expect such things). Basically, the whole dreamy process consisted of getting birth certificates (officially translated, in my case) and proof of address, submitting these with application forms in order to get an appointment, and then, at the appointment, getting an official stamp on the papers before being dismissed from the office. Ordinary administrative transaction, no fanfare, nothing. And if we want to end it, we go down to the Mairie (the town hall) and say "We want to end our PACS" and it's done. That's it.
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