Trust me, when people ask about my relationship status and they learn my age, I always get that look and the "oh, I'm guessing you got knocked up". I'm sorry, I didn't realize that people only got married because the woman got pregnant. I must be doing things ass-backwards from the rest of my generation. Sure, my marriage hasn't been an easy one, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Bryce is absolutely my best friend. He's someone I can rely on and when I look behind me for encouragement, he's always the first person cheering me on. Because we got married so young and were not yet mentally capable of the meaning of marriage, we both had done things we are not proud of. Unlike others our age, however, we did not let it tear us apart. Instead, we were patient and learned to forgive. In a way, getting married at eighteen provided me with a chance to blossom and grow with this person whom I call my "other half".
I can honestly say I wasn't prepared for how my life would change. While 90% of my friends are going to college and worrying about finals or what they're going to do for spring break, I'm all over here struggling with the concept of "cleaning" and "laundry". Don't even get me started on this cooking bit. Now, I was living with Bryce before we got married, since I've got that added "Mrs.", I feel like there is more of an expectation. I've find it hard to break old habits like:
- Not throwing dirty clothes on the floor
- Hanging up the clean clothes from the hamper
- Making the bed
- Keeping the toilet free from skid-marks
Well, if you made it this far, then I am completely satisfied. The next blogs will be more entertaining, I promise! Until next time, readers! :)