Okay, I wasn’t quite a child bride. BUT I did get married before most of my friends at the relatively young age of…gasp…wait for it…22. I KNOW, right!? Who does that!?
I did it. And, what’s more, I’d do it again.
I never set out to get married young. In fact, it can be argued that I never set out to get married at all.
That, and I didn’t want children. See how well that turned out for me?
Anyway, tomorrow, the DH and I will be celebrating eleven years of marriage. ELEVEN.
I’m proud of this number. It doesn’t matter that I got married young, I found a guy that I loved, that treated me well, that most importantly ‘got me’ (I’m not always easy to ‘get’) and I grabbed him. And damn, I’m glad I did.
The last eleven years haven’t always been easy. At times they’ve down out right hard. And I know there will be more hard times to come. That’s okay because I also know there will be more really excellent times too. And I’ve never been the kind to be afraid of a little hard work. Bring it!
So, I think it’s a little bit strange that in my novels, all my main characters have serious marital issues. All of them. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever written about a happy marriage. There might be some secondary characters that have solid relationships, but…the main characters are all pretty messed up.
Maybe it makes better fiction? Maybe it could be argued I’m just secure in my own relationship? hmm…not sure.
But, this is a good time to remind everyone that what I write is FICTION. I’m not writing about myself, people. I swear.
Good thing DH knows that, and is secure in our marriage or oh man we’ll have issues when he starts reading more of my books.