Why Getting Married Young Doesn't Work

In honor of my good friend getting married this weekend, I decided to re-post what stands to be my most popular post to date. Here is my stance on young marriage. 


As a new blogger, I’m learning that following trends is everything. So it’s time that I give my thoughts on marriage.

Everyone on Facebook is in an uproar over the age one should be when he or she walks down the aisle. It leaves a poor 23 year-old like myself with all sorts of questions. How young is too young? Should I experience singleness longer or is it time to throw in the towel and buy a few dozen cats?

 It’s between marrying young or eating a jar full of Nutella apparently.

 Well, here are my thoughts. Sorry in advance for the controversy this is sure to cause.

 I’m going to get vulnerable here and draw from personal experience.

I thought about getting married once. What began as a casual acquaintance soon developed into a friendship and before long a relationship. I fell in love with no fear of the fall.

 Justin and I spent every moment together. It didn’t matter what was going on that day, I knew every hour of it had to be spent with him. So many times Justin would talk and I wouldn’t hear a word he was saying. Everything would fall silent, and I would get lost in those big brown eyes as he emptied his thoughts with so much passion. I knew I was going to marry this guy.

I was zoning out during one of his passionate rambles about who knows what when finally, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I told him I wanted to marry him.

I was ready for his embrace as he reached his arms out, but instead of hugging me he pushed me to the ground. Then someone hit the mute button again and I heard what he was saying.

 “I hate you, Jordan! How many times do I have to tell you? You have cooties!”

I threw my slinky at him and ran back home crying. I thought my life was over. But I finally came to realize I was just too young.

Now I see it just wasn’t practical. We didn’t have any money. Our parents wouldn’t let us live together. No matter how many times I got the cootie vaccination, I wasn’t cured.

I spent the rest of my elementary years heartbroken, but stronger.

And now I know...it just doesn't work to get married young.