…and oh my god, I wish I had listened! Marriage. At a young age. It’ll all work out right? *headdesk* Yeaaah. $2,000 later (thank god my ex was/is broke) and I’m single again. I mean, it didn’t matter that he didn’t have a great job, or that I was 10 years ahead of his life. Who cared? I was 20. I knew what I was doing. Hell. I had already been on my own for years. C’mon, it sounded good.
Psssh. I swear to god. I consider myself the poster child for waiting to get married. (That and waiting until you’re 18 to get tattoos) I got a great kid out of the deal, but jesus mary and joseph was that a giant headache. I almost think I’m jaded when it comes to marriage now. I’m sure some of you have heard me say I’ll never get married again, in the bare minimum I’m running a drug test, credit check and job history. Yes. I’m 24. Yes I know you think I’ll change my mind. Hey, will you pay my attorney what I owe him?
I mean god, it wasn’t like I wasn’t forced to grow up early as it was, I just had to push the dime a little further and get a divorce under my belt. The fucked up part is… if we had put off getting married, who know what would’ve happened. Seriously. Maybe he would’ve grown up, maybe I would’ve decided to be a nun. Maybe we would’ve split ways. But at least I got my Noodlers now.
This has set forth Sarah’s rules for marriage.
– Live together for 2 years before hand.
-OH MY GOD GET A GOOD JOB, the girlfriend should never have to find her boyfriend a good job
-Savings Accounts. Both of you.
-Think you want to get married? Remember the worst fight you had with a boyfriend, then imagine NOT being able to break up with him.
-Seriously listen to your parents, they really do know what they’re talking about (thank god my Dad is computer illiterate and can’t gloat on my blog)
-Talk about what you want out of a marriage, what you both expect. Set ground rules.. you know, equal chores, child care if ness, work, stuff like that. If you dive into a marriage blind…well… yeah… have fun.
-REALLY know someones past. This one is self explanatory to those who know me… or rather TIM.
Oh my god. Don’t get married until you’re thirty. Or 40.
Did I mention I’m the crazy cat lady?