Child Bride

It should be more like child groom. While I think I wasn't THAT young, 20 years old, my groom was 18 years old. Okay... Maybe that is pretty young. Yes the number is low, but how old were our grandparents when they got married? And their generations divorce rate seems to be slightly lower than ours...

I was doing my ritual nightly pinning one night and I came across this one..

At first I was a bit offended but then I couldnt get too dramatic since I would have said the same thing. That is until I met Sexy Beast

 

When I "met" him (Iv known him since we were crapping in our pants) I was 19 and just about to graduate college and he was 17, a senior in high school. Yes... 17. Now while some may read this with a huge red sign that says "Im a pedophile", lets keep this in perspective. Im only 2 years older. Just technically an adult before him. If people can marry their cousin and have sister wives and get paid to feed their child crack/mountain dew while letting her suck on a pacifier between pageant categories, I can date someone who's two years younger. I do remember jokingly asking the Beast's father, Senior Beast- and my boss lets not forget- if I could take him across the state boarder to have dinner with my girlfriends.

To those who say that getting married young is ending the fun early.. well all I have to say is, you dont know life until you've found the one you'd like to spend the rest of it with. So I dont go dressed up and go out to parties anymore until 2am. I dont play eye-flirt with the guy across the bar. I dont play games anymore and wonder "will he call? Does he like me?". And my life isnt care free and easy. I get dressed up to impress the man who tells me Im gorgeous with no makeup and peanut butter on my face. I play Apples to Apples while making dirty innuendos and laughing at immature things with my husband. I know he will call and that he loves me. Life is full of care and hard- but its the greatest challenge with the best reward.. A big fat diamond ring!   Just kidding... The greatest reward is a life with someone who makes me happier than fat kid locked in a bakery.

So maybe my life doesn't seem so glamorous and exciting to you. But sooner or later, that glamor runs out and the excitement will die down. Then what do you have? What are you leaving behind?

Staying in and watching movies on a Friday night may not seem so fun to you, but its home to me. Cooking your husbands favorite dinner may seem a bit lame to you, but its rewarding to me. Coming home to a husband Sexy Beast and baby Spaz instead of going out with girlfriends may seem boring to you, but its a dream come true to me.

So I look at this picture again and im not offended at all...

I leave the party before 10PM because I have something better at home.