I was only 18 years old when my mother and father announced that they had decided to marry me. those were difficult years and times were different. If children now confronted their parents, expressed their opinions, fought or somehow got what they wanted, taking their parent’s word even then would have been out of the question.
And so I let them decide what to do with my life. Even though I liked my childhood friend, I was afraid to tell him.
Unwilling and crying every night, I married a guy I didn’t even know.
As much as I didn’t want to, I realized over time that I was just lucky. My husband is sane, a working man. My mother-in-law is also very nice, she treats me like her daughter. We provide for everything, I don’t work, and I don’t need to. I’m home all day, with the baby, with my mother-in-law, and I’m very happy with my life. On the one hand, I think that if it were up to me, I probably wouldn’t be married now, and I thank my parents for their decision.