Since a young girl I have always imagined my wedding day. I believe every girl dreams of that day. It is imagined that you have the most expensive dress, tons of people, you go on an exotic honeymoon and your prince rides in on a white stallion. Sadly that is only what the movies show us that marriage is. Marriage is not at all what we believe growing up. Our wedding day may be that but it is what comes after that day that isn’t what is shown or told about marriage.
Growing up I remember playing with Barbie’s. I would play out Barbie and Ken getting married and then living in their mobile home while Barbie cooks and cleans and Ken is a surfer that works all day. I was very little when my parents divorced so I didn’t get to see both of them together in one house; I yearned to make sure that happened for me. Since the age of fifteen all I talked about was falling in love and having a child. I wanted that picture perfect family life that I had always seen on TV. I pushed and pushed to get that to happen.
At the age of seventeen I got pregnant and decided that what was the right thing to do was get married. So by the time I was eighteen I was married and gave birth to my son. I thought that everything was going to be just delightful, we we’re young but we were going to have a great life with a happy family. That isn’t the way it has played out.
About a week ago was my one year wedding anniversary and in a few weeks is my son’s first birthday. Looking back on this year was far from what I expected it to be. A marriage is not fields of flowers and rainbows everyday of every week. I have learned that a marriage takes patience and effort to really stick by each other. My husband and I have been through a lot. Being nineteen and twenty, we have had to grow up pretty fast. We’ve had to sacrifice a lot to make sure that what was needed to take care of was taken care of. We have had many rough patches throughout this year. After three months of marriage and living...