Before I got married to my wonderful husband Paul, I had a lot of backlash (online) of people asking me, why do you want to get married so young, don’t you want to go out, party, enjoy life & not be tied down? I was a little offended when I first got asked that, because honestly what decision is it of theirs? I am happy, in love, and at the time was engaged so someone I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I started to question, if I was say 25 instead of 21 (when I got married) would people be questioning if this was a good idea?
Just to give you a little bit of background, I met Paul when I was at school, we were just acquaintances at that point, nothing more, but we became friends. I went through a rough period in my life and he supported me through that, we got closer and closer, and eventually, I fell in love with him.
When he proposed, which I have to admit is still one of the most romantic things to ever happen, he did something really romantic, he put arrows down the stairs and out into the garden on New Years Eve, he played our song, he had got the telescope out so we could stargaze. I looked through because he said I could see Venus, he tipped it down and there was a ring and my future husband, on one knee saying he wanted to spend the rest of my life with me. I of course said yes, because he is my best friend, my favourite person and someone I know that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It didn’t even come into my mind that I was too young to get married or that people would be thinking I made a mistake.
I knew Paul was the one for me, he was the one that made me smile harder than anyone else, he winds me up a treat, but honestly he is one of the greatest people in the world. Words can’t describe the love I have for him, so why would it matter the age that I got married? I was and am going to spend the rest o my life with him, whether people believe that or not, I know that we are meant to be. 3 years 364 days after we got engaged, we walked down the aisle and said I do, it was one of the best days of my entire life.
Back to my question at the top, the thing that I found strange about people’s comments was, if you looked back a few generations, getting married at the age of 22 would practically happen everyday. My Nan and Grandad bless their hearts have been married 61 years this year (blimey) and when they got married my Grandad was 25 and my Nan was 23 which in the 50s according to them was quite old to get married!
Marriage was never a decision I entered into lightly, it is a very special bond between two people who have a lot of love for each other and want to spend the rest of their lives with each other. When I said those vows, I promised Paul to love him, support him, be there for him, through good times and bad, no matter what happened, and I am sticking by my husband.
Marrying Paul has been and always will be the best decision of my life, whether I got married at 22 or 102 for the first time, I think there will always be some critics, I’m not saying marriage is a walk in the park, I mean let’s be honest, relationships are bloody difficult. You argue, you look after each other when you’re ill, you support each other through the good and the bad, you make each other laugh, everything, but you do it together, as a couple.
I’m not saying that marriage is for everyone, honestly it isn’t, but this decision was the best one for me and my wonderful husband Paul. Whatever your age, do what makes you happy, your happiness is the most important thing in the world, do what is best for you.
A little message to the people who said what they said to me:
To the people who said I’m too young, age is nothing, it doesn’t matter if you’re 22 or 52, marriages can break down, it isn’t determined on age. Marriage is hard work, and I don’t intend on giving up on my husband. This marriage is for life, we want to spend the rest of our lives with each other.
To the people who said that my 20s are the best years, yes they are, and I can enjoy them the most with my incredible husband too.
To the people who say I can’t party and do things a single person does, I can. I can party, I can drink, I can go out with friends, I can have a laugh, but at the end of the night I come home to my incredible husband who I am loyal and love more than anything in the world.
To the people who ask why I got married, I love Paul, I’ve never loved someone more than I love him, it’s different, with him. He is the other piece of me, the one I wake up and want to see, he is the first person I want to speak to, the one I can go to with anything and everything. As soppy as it sounds, he has my heart in every way possible, forever and a day, I’ll never give up on him and he won’t give up on me.
This is our life, my husband and mine’s life, our lives our rules, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and he knew too, we’ve known we were the one’s for each other since we started talking to each other romantically. We are happier than ever possible.
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