It often scares me when I hear the question: ‘So when are you and your boyfriend getting married?’ I clam up in a state of shock and point out that I’m only 22. (Just)
Except, 22 isn’t really young at all is it?
I finished school five years ago and since then loads of people have gotten married/made babies, but not me. Nope, it’s too much to think about. I wasn’t even one of those girls who dreamed of a fairytale wedding; instead I thought about my dream career and spending my well-earned money on clothes and holidays, whilst living in my lovely apartment flat overlooking Central Park. A girl can dream, after all!
My friends find it hilarious picturing me living in a house, on my own, with a billion cats. Although this is an exciting thought, I really hope I’m not living in a house that stinks of cat wee. I’m not a commitment phobic and in fact, I’ve been with my boyfriend for three and a half years.
It just doesn’t seem right to spend thousands of pounds on a massive party, a ring and a bit of paper to legally say you are stuck with this person forever... Forever turns into five years and BOOM the divorce costs more than your wedding. Luckily, he thinks the same or else that could be an interesting conversation when he gets down on one knee.
Now, it’s not that I’m against marriage, because there are some people who genuinely believe it’s for them and before you wonder if my parents are still together, then yes they are. 26 long blissfully happily married years. [Longer than a life sentence at prison I hear you cry]
Maybe one day I will change my mind, but right now, I’m happy to get on with my life without ducking the question of marriage and people thinking my boyfriend and I aren’t happy because we’re not engaged.
Albeit, give me somebody else’s wedding and I will be the first one getting ridiculously merry on the free wine and cracking out some amazing routines on the dance floor - much to the embarrassment of my boyfriend.
Don't even get me started on the kids question...
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