A Letter: Rushing In

Dear 20 year old girls,

Yes, I just called you girls. You are not women yet though you may think you are. A woman is the adult version of a girl. A woman has a job to support herself or a partner/parents to aid her. She is old enough to make her own choices, and rent a car. A woman also is intelligent enough to know that even though her uterus can hold and bare children---it should not...because YOU'RE FUCKING 20 YEARS OLD. What's so hard to understand about: finish college, get a job, establish long term relationship, THEN marry. Can we all please stop and remember how old we are and what era this is? Sure as hell isn't the 1950s! At least there was long term dating in the 1950s!

Getting to know your partner is part of the process. If you met in person or online, there's no difference. It's the time spent together, learning about the stupid habits that bug the crap out of you and the awful smells/sounds that come out of that boyfriend of yours....yes, your boyfriend WILL fart on you (sorry but it happens, I've been drooled and farted on but I love him nonetheless). Anyways, it's the stupid annoying habits that help you decide whether this person is for you or not. Of course you love them, but after the honeymoon period (first 6 months) is over you may realize that the "love" may have just been obsession or infatuation....or you're crazy and just want everything right NOW.

Marriage is a decision to spend your life (forever) with your partner, aka til you're dead as a doornail in the ground. I hope you all think before you go through that Vegas drive-thru or back alley "ordained" minister. Take it through the seasons and see all the different sides of the person you love, it either destroys you or makes you love them more. Also note: the economy sucks, I hope the one you've chosen is a rich man.

Sincerely,
Someone who would like to see everyone at her 10 Year High School Reunion NOT divorced