I was still a teen when I got married. I mean, I turned 20 two weeks later, but I met the technical definition, right? Nine+TEEN.
I'm totally against this now, btw. Kids shouldn't marry each other, and I still had a lot of growing up to do. I learned way more about life in my 20s than I ever did as a Mormon teen.
At least I never had kids. That was both a blessing and a curse. Sure, I was a failure as a sweet little Mormon wife, but then I didn't have to also fail at parenting.
Damn. I seem to be failing at this death thing, too. Can't I do anything right?
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How in god's name are you failing at death? You're handling it rather well, it seems.
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