I was married at 19. Michael was 23. I had only known
Michael less than one year. And I have heard it all. “You’re still a baby!”, “How
can you know he’s the one at such a young age?”, “Party it up while you’re
young! Don’t get married. Don’t even have a boyfriend! Live the fun single
life!”, “You don’t even know everything about him”, and “You’re throwing the
rest of your life away by getting married young”.
Getting married young isn’t for everyone though and I’m not
trying to say getting married young is “better” than waiting. Everyone is
different. Some people get married younger than me, some people wait a lot
longer. And it bothers me that there’s this pressure for everyone to be in a
relationship or dating. People are constantly asking people my age “where their
boyfriend is” or “now when are you going to get married?” They are going to
have a boyfriend when they find a good guy they like and get married when they
please.
As for me, I really do love being married young. It rocks!
For one, Michael and I get to grow up together. We get to go through parts of
our lives as a married couple and as best friends, and I love that. I will live
the rest of my life with a new name. I already have a second family that I love.
Also, Michael and I both didn’t have our careers set yet or kids, so those
weren’t things we had to consider before deciding to get married. I really
could go on and on about why I love being married young.
Being married at 19, however, DEFINITELY wasn’t my plan. My plan
was to graduate college and have a career going before I ever got married. But
life works in mysterious ways. And I wouldn’t change a single thing in Michael
and I’s adventure of meeting, dating, and getting married.
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