Why I: Got Married Young


I’ve had a few people ask in the last few months, how I met my husband. So I thought that the next post in my Why I series, could be about why I got married young.

I look younger than my actual age, and when people hear that I’ve been married for almost 11 years, they instantly ask my age.

I’m turning 34 this year and I married when I was 23. People always say that’s really young to get married, but I say if you know you want to marry someone it doesn’t really matter how old or young you are!

I met G-Man when I was 19, through a friend’s boyfriend. Our official story is that we met at Glastonbury music festival. The truth is we had met a couple of months before that, and had even had a conversation at a party but the evening wasn’t about meeting boys and so our encounter was brief.

So, when we met up at Glastonbury we were able to have proper conversations, relax and watch music together. And he stayed with me and my friend the whole time he was at the festival.

There was definite sparkage between us, and I knew I liked him. We saw each other pretty much every day from that point on. After about a month I knew this was something serious and the rest, as they say, is history!


This was the first photo of us together, in my bright orange bedroom!

We look a little different now!

We got married in the garden of a little private manor house in Hatfield, under the roof of a mini garden pavilion, whilst our friends and families sat theatre style outside on the lawn. I walked up the aisle of lavender and it was the shortest but most-perfect ceremony. A beautiful September day, small wedding and fantastic start to our married life together.

Over the years, I’ve had friends ask me things like ‘how do you know when you’re ready to get married?’, ‘how do you know you want to marry someone?’ – and I almost always answer the clichéd ‘you just know’. And that’s because you do – you just know. As certain as you know you’re alive, you just know. And if you’re questioning it, then that’s between you and your partner to work out.

I love my marriage. We get on like a house on fire, we’re best friends and though we used to argue, we know how to argue productively now. I wouldn’t say we even do argue any more. He’s the best thing in my life, and I’m happy every single day because of him.

I don’t want this to sound soppy, but everything I’ve said is true. He’s a proper gentleman and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with him!


I Don’t Know About You, but I’m Feeling 22

This year I have starting running, going out, meeting friends, saying Yes when I would normally say No, pushing myself harder in work, sold myself in interviews and been offered two jobs and accepted a one of them which will change my daily life totally.

Gary has gotten healthier, had an operation and recovered within a week and started running.

Gary pointed out the other day that we have both started to live our lives how we wished to do so when we’d just gotten married. We were married at 23 (7 years ago) and soon after that he got ill. He got progressively worse after his first major operation (dealing with the effects of the op), started to mend and has only just really recovered. The medication he’s on is mostly working and has aided his recovery. It’s been almost a decade but now we can focus on us. We can go on day trips which involve walking. We can go out in the sun without worrying about the effects of the light on Gary’s skin so much.

I know I feel younger. The weight has lessened and I feel that the world is my oyster again! Everything is an option and there are no limits. Where as some of our friends who are the same age as us have settled down, gotten careers and have kids, we’re just starting out our journey. I’m thinking my 30’s could be amazing!

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The One Where I Got ID’d at 29 and a Half

As you know I went out with some friends the other night, and while I was out I thought I’d order my favourite tipple, a Long Island Iced Tea. So I did. And the waiter gave me that long familiar stare of ‘are you old enough to drink’? To which I just looked at him and said ‘I’m 29’ and he continued to stare so I said ‘And married’ and flashed him my rings. So the waiter (who I think was actually the manager) quickly back tracked and started to dig himself a big hole. I did offer to show him my ID but he declined (and he was very pleasant about it).

This happens to me A LOT but the reason I’m bringing it up right now is that for the first time in my life, it didn’t bother me.

I’m turning 30 in August. Last year I completed a blog list in response to another blog I’d seen, commenting on their list of 30 things before 30. As I was completing it I could see it was a waste of time, but I still finished and posted it. I’ve been thinking a lot about getting older and turning 30 and you know what? I’m really looking forward to it. And I’m feeling a little old – and I love it. It’s a fantastic milestone – I’ve managed almost 30 years alive – go me!

I look young, and this used to bother me but if I look 23 for the rest of my life (or even just 6 years younger than my age) that’s fine with me! I know I’ve got good genes on my side. I rarely drink, don’t smoke, have never done drugs. I eat fairly well. I don’t have a skin care regime because I don’t agree with putting chemicals onto my skin daily to make myself look younger (evidently I don’t need to) and I’m not a sun worshipper. I try to eat fairly well. I don’t drink much caffeine and I’d rather have an apple than a chocolate bar. I drink a lot of water. I don’t work out because I’m INCREDIBLY lazy, but my job keeps me active and on my feet for 9 hours a day.

I’ll most probably bring up my age again up until my birthday, because 30 is a big deal! And it’s a concept I’m having a hard time getting my head round. But I’ve achieved a lot. I think that’s why I struggled with the 30 Things blog. It was all things like “Own a Designer Handbag” – which seems really unimportant as a bench mark. Maybe I need to make my own list (though now I don’t really have much time to complete it…… maybe it should be a 35 list!) What would/did you put on a 30 Things before 30 list?

Anyway, I think the next time I’m asked if I’m old enough, I’m going to give myself a mental gold star because I must be doing something right.