I read the first page and the last.
My mom married at 17, had me at 25, had my brother at 27, and divorced our dad when she was 29. We were the ONLY good things she got out of the marriage.
The ONLY thing she wanted for us, especially for me (b/c my brother has a personality that was much stronger; I was far more of a follower), was that we did not marry as young as she did. Apart from us, it changed her life from an upper middle class, beautiful house, summer vacations life into a hardscrabble, hand to mouth, living with many roommates in small San Francisco apartments, have kids just before the marriage implodes type of life.
In her case, she says that she should have known it would end that way b/c he stood her up on their first date. But she also should have known because SHE just wanted to leave home, but her dad wouldln't let her. Wouldn't let her leave without being married, and if that marriage was to a 19 year old, then so be it. Anyway, she tried her hardest, but that 19 year old was a troubled soul who was going to rain terror down upon her head, no matter how much like James Dean he looked...
I did have a proposal when I was 17, just before going off to college. I was scared about college and was just about to accept when I realized we had some serious cultural differences that would create problems down the line...oh, and I didn't love him, so I said no, ended the date, and went off to college.
Then all the marriageable guys were taken by those around me throughout college, and when I got into grad school all I met were guys who were involved and looking elsewhere (not the type I'd marry, though I did casually date some of them), or who just didn't like me enough...
I would have married at any point in my 20s, though with every year gone I realized how *different* I was from before, and how a guy who appealed to me one year would NOT have appealed the next. That would have been problematic!
Finally met The Dude at 30 going on 31.
People bemoan the fact that people are "waiting" to marry until later, but I know of NO ONE who CHOSE to not marry someone they were truly in love with just for the sake of waiting. Rather, the people showing up during that time just weren't acceptable, and those people weren't willing to settle, to put their own lives up for the bet of marriage, just to make others happy... Even my mom thought that my dad was somehow the one...until he proved thoroughly that he was not.
My brother, however, met his Beloved as a sophomore in college, and they married the month he was graduated from college (she is 2 weeks older but a full year ahead in school, and had already graduated), when he was 22. They've been married 17 years now and are still 100% blissful.
Can someone explain "living life before settling down"? I don't feel that I haven't "lived life" because I "settled down". On the contrary, I feel I have lived a great life AND I have been able to share it along the way.
When I traveled in my 20s, I got to go where I wanted, I didn't have to consult with anyone, and I could meet who I wanted to meet. When I traveled in Ireland at 26, I got to meet a ton of people at pubs, I got to talk to the people I wanted to talk to, we talked for hours and hours...
When I travel with my husband, I don't talk to strangers like that, especially men, because it would feel wrong to give so much energy to someone that isn't my husband. I would worry that he was worried.
I went to my 10 year HS reunion with my first actual love. At the time I thought it was great. He was around, he looked adorable, he brought me drinks, and we left early to go back to our room.
Over the next year, especially after we broke up, I found out about all the FUN my single friends had had...they stayed up very late, telling jokes, hanging out in the hot tub singing karaoke with businessmen, just being nutty. WAY more fun than going to bed early (and some will say that that's saying mean things against the boyfriend...it's not, but that stuff is that stuff, it could have happened any old time, but I missed out on a once in a decade evening with old, good, friends, for the sake of that).
I like traveling with DH, I like traveling as a family, but it's NOT the same as traveling on your own. Not in any way, shape, or form. And I'll be glad to the end of my days that I got that chance to travel entirely on my own and that I know the difference.