I know 22 sounds really young to get married, because who knows what they're doing with their life when they're 22? The answer is me. I did. In a lot of ways, I had my life more together at 22 than I do at 28. At the time I got married, I had already been building a home with my husband, and I was starting a career I thought I had a plan, a path, a trajectory I could clearly see.
Looking back, I see how much of a gamble getting married was, because I've changed so much since then. We both have. Actually, I don't think we've changed so much as we've figured out where our roots are. We've both grounded ourselves to hobbies and goals we didn't even know existed when we got married. And now we're
The first couple years we were married, I thought that was it. I thought the hard parts of school and getting jobs and planning weddings and buying houses were over, and now it was time to settle into the life we had started creating. So we did that for a while, and it was fun, but it wasn't enough. By year 3, the 22-year-old Latin teacher who came home every day and watched Bravo that I was when I got married had been replaced by a 25-year-old engineering student who spent her free time long distance running.
It never occurred to me to be afraid to tell my husband I wanted to quit my job and go back to school. I never even considered the possibility that he might be anything other than supportive, and I am grateful every day that that's just the kind of person I married. When I told him, his reaction wasn't to be
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