Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 10 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
The year was 1982, so long ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. December the 29th to be exact. The year I became a bride. I was 16 1/2 (remember when you HAD to add the half because you wanted to be older). Oh man, I thought I knew it all, had it all figured out and nothing could stand in my way. Boy was I wrong. Looking back I realize that I didn't know a damn thing bout life. How to run a house, yes, how to pay bills and create a budget, yes, how to cook, yes, how to do laundry, yes, how to be a student and a wife...well not exactly.
My mother pleaded with me not to go through with it. My dad threatened to kill him if I was pregnant, which I was NOT by the way. Family and friends gathered in the living room of my grandparents home. It had been 79 degrees earlier that day but shortly after the "I Do's" the rain began. It fell fast and hard, so did my life and reality.
What had I done? WHY had I done it? I never told a soul that I regretted it, that I was scared shitless, that I had made a mistake. I went about my life happy as a clam on the outside but knowing deep down it was all wrong.
Wrong guy, wrong time, too young, and on and on.
If there is anything in my life I regret it is getting married at 16. However, with that being said, I would not go back and change it.
Why? Because any change in the past alters the present and my present is incredible. So even if I had a pill or a Delorean I would not take the "do over", I just wouldn't.
Yes lord knows I've had my share and a few others shares of disappointment, hardship and grief, but in the grand scheme of things it has worked out. I saw the path for myself, it was hard, I saw another path I thought was easier but didn't see the ambushes that lay in wait around the corners. I didn't see that at the top of the hill I had to go down at break neck speed.
No way I could have known that life would be so unfair, mean and downright hateful to me. But I made some bad decisions early on and learned very difficult lessons from them.
Today I am stronger, wiser and a lot bolder.
So, no do overs for me.
What about you? Is there a time or event that you would "do over"?
Your “Secret Subject” is:
January is a time for do overs. Pick a year and do it over.
It was submitted by: https://sarahsbrandcrazy.blogs
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.BakingIn
Never Ever Give Up Hope https://batteredhope
The Lieber Family Blog http://thelieberf
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogsp
The Bergham Chronicles https://berghamchronicles.blog
My Brand of Crazy
Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm
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Whoa, even if you feel you knew nothing about life you had a lot of stuff figured out!
ReplyDeleteWhat I remember from 1982 is that I started high school, and it was a great year music wise: Chicago, hard to say I'm sorry, Men at Work, down under, Toto, Rosanna, Survivor, Eye of the tiger,...
You are / were officially the youngest bride I know! Even if you wouldn't sign up for a do over, do you think with today's wisdom things would have turned out differently?
I just had this conversation with my younger son, it's not the mistakes you make, it's who you become because you've made them. You and Rabia had the same message today and it's one of hope and acceptance. Love it.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way. Even the hard times have built me into who I am today.
ReplyDeleteSo interesting that your prompt and mine were almost identical this month. I agree -- with all the trauma and hard aches -- no do over for me either
ReplyDeleteI got married at 15 the first time so I totally get it.
ReplyDeleteI was 19 days old when you got married.
ReplyDeleteCoincidentally, when I got married the first time, I was 18 and it was December 27, 2000. Wrong guy, wrong time, too young, so on and so forth.
I feel you...I totally feel you.
I was 16 the first time and have never regretted it either. I agree, it's part of who and what we are
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