Ok, done with work. Man, NightRabbit did I think angry thoughts this morning at you. Mostly because of this:
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This is mainly inspired by friends of mine, but also the number of references I come across on this board to people who say, “my husband” or “my wife” and then, in another context, mention still being an undergrad or not knowing where to move for a job because their wife is still in college or simply giving an age that is more appropriate to a fine wine than a married-couple’s average number of years.
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which might be some kind of reference to my own situation, thus raising the ‘‘defense-o-meter.’’
I am nearly 25 years old, and I got married at 23, a year and a half ago. Believe it or not this was outrageously old from my perspective, since most people in my family married first when they were 17 or 18. I was finishing undergraduate school at the time of our marriage… and we had known one another for 5 years, and been in a serious relationship for 4 of them, at the time of our marriage.
I’m aware of the statistics, and for the most part, I trust them. I’ve always felt that I was significantly more mature than a lot of my peers in this regard… not to mention I’ve witnessed 80,000 marriages (old and young) fall apart… I’m familiar with how it happens.
Being in love, of course I was in a hurry to get married. Psychologically I was an anxious wreck: ‘‘Jesus, I better marry him before he is taken from me forever!’’ We waited anyhow, because mushy emotions do not a successful marriage make.
When we did marry–the summer after his graduation and the summer before I returned to college to finish my degree-- the timing was perfect. I can’t describe to you how satisfied I was to be with my ‘‘new husband’’ on my honeymoon, and realize there were no secrets, no burning doubts, nothing but me and him, essentially enjoying one another’s company the way we always do when we go on vacation.
So as a general rule, yeah, I think marrying impulsively is a bit of a gamble. While I married young, it was hardly an impulsive decision. It was exhaustively thought out. And yet my most fundamental personal beliefs about the impermanent nature of reality lead me to the conclusion that even having things exhaustively thought out yields no guarantee. He could be hit by a car and have severe brain trauma that changes his personality forever, for all I know.
The knowledge of the tentative nature of marriage (and everything, really) makes me appreciate my relationship in a full and beautiful way. It’s sort of funny… I actually have a lot of anxiety about losing him to some tragic death, but that very anxiety, that lack of security that he will always be there, has made me appreciate each moment I do have with him to an incredible degree.
And yes, we do have some dilemmas. Our career interests are diverse, but we both want to attend graduate school. Because I put it off, he’s applying before me… which means… you guessed it… I now have to choose between applying somewhere close to his school and having limited career choices, or spending a great deal of time away from the man that I love. I might even have to spend a year in another country chasing my own dreams. And I might even decide not to chase those dreams in the most ideal way because I don’t want to miss any of my life with him.
This might be the mindset you aren’t able to fathom. I find that regrettable, because compromise and the very real pain associated with it is a part of growing up… and I’d even call it a good kind of pain, a sobering pain that awakens you to what truly matters in your life. Whether I choose to stay close to him or go off and do my own thing for a while is not the point. The point is that such decisions are an inherent part of marriage, indeed, an inherent part of being a human being. In life, we don’t always get everything we want. Sometimes we have to make decisions that hurt.
If you don’t feel you’re ready for marriage, then I’m glad you aren’t allowing yourself to be rushed into it. I just don’t see the point in judging other people for marrying young. You don’t seem to be only judging young and married people, but people, like myself, who have to make difficult choices about career and love. You seem to think, ‘‘If she’d never gotten married so young, she would never have this decision!’’
What this means to me is that you cannot fathom the joy that I have in being faced with such dilemmas. It means I have a person in my life who is worth incredible sacrifice… and he feels the same way about me. Nothing–not my overachieving ego, not money, not a kick-ass career–is more important than another human being–specifically, the human being I have chosen to share the rest of my life with.
He is worth it not only on a personal level, but on a community level… there is a beautiful metaphor in a mediocre book called The Road Less Travelled that likens marriage to a mountain-climbing base camp. The camp exists to provide shelter and warmth in between cold and treacherous excursions out in the world. The purpose of life is to climb mountains, not sit around in the base camp… but you’d better make damn sure you take care of that base camp, because it’s an essential part of mountain climbing. I basically feel that my relationship enables me to achieve more for the good of mankind than I would be able to do alone. He feels the same way. It’s one of the reasons we get along so well.
So while I share at least a little understanding with regards to your bemusement when people marry after a short time, I do not share your perspective on what marriage necessarily ‘‘means’’ to young people, nor do I think of my current dilemma over career and family to be a regrettable mistake. It’s a fucking honor.
Sincerely,
Christy