The marriage has been registered, venue booked and a swatch of my wedding dress has just arrived – it has finally dawned on me that this is really happening. I am getting married.
We have 10 months till W-day, yet I suddenly feel that time is slipping away very rapidly…within a year, I’ll be a ‘wife’…’Mrs C’.
There is no doubt in my mind that marrying my man is the best decision I’ve ever made, in fact, it feels like we married years ago. We have the mortgage, the two fur babies, even a joint savings account…but I’m suddenly starting to feel overwhelmed. I’m having a bit of a paddy…
I really can’t believe that I’m old enough to get wed – to actually be someones wife. Stupid I know. My friends have done it – some even have children. My own brother is now married. Hell’s bells! I’m twenty-eight and will be twenty-nine when we say our vows…but I still feel 18 years old!
I know I look like a grown-up and even sometimes sound like a grown-up (though utility companies still ask to speak to the bill payer when I answer the phone) and I cope with all other adult situations with measured maturity…
My point is, how much do we change in a marriage – if at all? Do you married ladies and gents still feel paused at 18? Do you ever get used to being called Mrs X,Y or Z? Or do you sometimes feel like you’re still ‘playing’ grown-ups?
My great aunt said something to me (aged 87) not long before she died and it’s resonated with me ever since, “I still feel like a teenager and keep wondering when I’ll be found out”. Quite.