I usually steer clear of politics on my blog, but yesterday's news has got me really riled.
There's no reason why you would or should know this, but I'm not married. That's right, I'm an unmarried mother. I'm living in sin. I have a child out of wedlock. And any other labels society wants to land at my feet.
Myself and my partner are in our 9th year together. We have shared a home for 8 years. We have a child. A mortgage. A dog. Yet, since the government decided to abandon plans to give co-habiting couples the same rights as married couples, in the eyes of the law should our relationship end, it will be as though it never existed.
On the other hand, the government will cease to allow me to receive child benefit next year because my partner and father of our child earns over their threshold.
I am not entitled to receive tax credits or help with childcare if I want to return to work because my partner earns too much to qualify.
Fair? I don't think so. I'm not saying that means-testing is wrong, but what I am saying is if the state recognises a relationship when making one policy, how can it be so hypocritical not to recognise it in other policies?
Yes, I'd love to have my day in a big white flouncy dress. Yes, I'd like to publicly declare our commitment to each other, but sadly my other half seems to have a morbid fear of weddings. I don't know why, I mean, who wouldn't want to marry me?!
But if there's one thing I do know, being told by the government we should get married is only likely to make him dig his heels in further!