Tell Me About It: Veggie wedding; prenups

While I'm away, readers give the advice.

On the curiously combustible mix of weddings and vegetables:

I am a major meat-eater, but I think if the couple getting married do not feel it is ethical to spend their money on meat, they should not be asked to serve it. One meatless meal is not going to kill anyone. My niece was not only a vegetarian but a vegan. Before her wedding, my brothers and I joked that we might be running out for a burger after the reception, but actually the food was delicious.

The couple's parents may think it is rude for the couple to impose their dietary restrictions on others. Well, I think it's rude for the parents to impose theirs on the bride and groom.

On prenups:

I did not have one in my first marriage; in retrospect, I wish I had - not because I would have emerged with more of our resources when we divorced, but because it would have greatly reduced the combat into which I was forced, and its cost, when my former wife left, rejected mediation, and employed a take-no-prisoners attorney. I had to hire an expensive attorney to obtain the settlement terms that two reasonable people would have reached, or that would have been reached in mediation, and both of us were the poorer as a result - a foolish and unnecessary outcome.

I believe two honest, caring people can go into marriage with the best of intentions, having done loving due diligence to determine if either is a wolf in sheep's clothing - and still have one become somebody very different, for any of a number of possible reasons: social pressures, health or psychological problems, career problems, parenting problems.

All people change over time; life never stands still for anyone. A prenup, if fairly drawn in good faith by both partners, can protect the one who remains reasonable.

I think it would be far healthier if executing a prenup became an accepted part of a mature couple's preparation for marriage.

On being happily married and unhappily pregnant:

These days we seem to work from the assumption that just the thought of a baby is an unmitigated joy to its parents; maybe we ought to get some perspective by recalling when family planning was not so common. I remember Mom telling me about a late-stage miscarriage she'd had: "I was of course dismayed to think I was pregnant again, but after a few months I started thinking about how nice it would be to have a baby in the house again." Note, "of course dismayed."

The whole point of birth control is that this blessing we have, our fertility, is not always convenient or 100 percent welcome.