Getting married young had never been in the pipeline for me. I had all the plans of a typical uni student; finish my degree, tackle my Masters, pack up and head to Australia travelling and basically avoid full time work for as long as possible!
I was only 19 when I met Carl and as much as I thought I knew everything I really knew absolutely nothing! After both being seriously screwed over in the relationship department before, we probably were a match made in insecure hell. This combined with the fact we were total opposites – he grew up in the city spending his free time with his mates on the streets vs me being brought up with a family who ate of their own farm and taught me how to ride a quad at 18 months! Needless to say, I was smitten – I can say that because he’s never read any of my blog posts!!
Within two weeks we had secretly moved in together and I was about to finish my final year in uni. 6 months later we were engaged and I had my first bridal dress appointment booked.
Throughout my life my decisions have always been well thought out, practical and rational but looking back, with Carl, not one of these decisions was made with more than 5 minutes thought. When you know you know eh!
Two years after we drunkenly decided to be BF and GF I walked down the aisle to meet him! I never had a moments doubt until about 4 weeks before my big day but by this stage my best friends knew what I was like and calmed me down. My nerves were never due to us being young – they were just your typical “oh my goodness I’m getting married” nerves.
In fact, in the run up to our big day very few people even said we were too young and those who did weren’t close friends and to be frank their opinion didn’t mean much anyway. We knew we wanted to get married and would have eventually anyway so why not now? Don’t get me wrong, we have had some hatred. At a job interview once I was asked was I getting married so young because I was pregnant, I was told we looked like children on our big day and that those who get married young are most like to get divorced quicker but we are still here.
Two weeks before my 22nd birthday I married my husband. I married him because I love him, I wanted to do all my travelling with him and because I knew one day I would marry him anyway, so why not then.
15 months later and Carl and I are still happily married. Don’t get me wrong, we are still opposites and most days I could happily string him up but that’s just us! I will never forget one of my best friends saying at my Hen Party “you really do love each other” – I swear to this day they thought I did it for the dress!!
Getting married young isn’t “signing your life away.” Ok we were the abnormal ones – when we got married very few others our age were even in serious relationships but heck if we were all the same it would make for a very boring world! I am still the same as any other 23-year-old female. I love shopping, hot chocolate, nights out, cocktails and spending time with my friends. The only difference? When I come home I have someone to come home too. As the saying goes, when you know, you know. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.