I was an early bloomer in terms of romantic relationships, and started having long-term relationships since the age of 15. My first relationship was with a Christian. Both of us believed in God, but that didn’t automatically mean that our relationship was a healthy one.
Last week, I realized I may be a contender for a world record—the highest number of weddings attended by a single person under the age of 35. I’ve been counting and, although it seems impossible, the number has now reached 207.
A month and a half ago, I got a message from a friend who was newly married and in grad school. Life was busy, he told me, and asked how my husband and I managed our time when we were first married.
My wife and I fought a lot in the early stages of our married life. We argued over mere trivialities and our usual way of ending disagreements couldn’t be more different.
Wedding and engagement announcements dominate my social media feeds, and I am starting to feel left out.