Ok so originally I started writing about marriage and what it’s like from my point of view as a wife and then I just went totally out of control and I had so much to say about the subject so I’m going to break it up into several different posts and hopefully they all make sense… I’ll just start at the beginning to keep it a little short, if possible.
I want to start this out by saying that I love my husband a lot. I really do love him sooooooo much and honestly there is no other person in the world that I would rather be married to. I am saying this now because I noticed when I am writing, it can sound like he drives me crazy most of the time, which is somewhat true, but in no way do I want this to be confused for resentment or an unhappy life because it is extremely the opposite, well, with a pinch of resentment sometimes. No one, including myself, is perfect and marriage is actually a really weird concept in a way. I mean you love someone so much and you want to spend the rest of your life with them but also you now have your viewpoint versus their viewpoint and yet both viewpoints are supposed to just work together somehow. I don’t know any couple out there that doesn’t run into problems with everyday situations. If you are one or think you know one, there’s a big chance I call bull shit. I feel like the “perfect” instagram couple is usually the one likely to be not so perfect. So I am just going to honest about the whole subject. Also, this is just my own viewpoint and opinions. Not to say that I am right, necessarily.
Anyway, on the subject of marriage, when I grew up I was raised to be self determined and naturally I felt like I should be independent but then at some point I also had this urge to be with someone else and create a family. It’s an odd concept that you suddenly or in some cases not so suddenly, are with someone and then living with them and then are going to spend the rest of your life together with them and you are expected to just perfectly co-exist even though you are used to just handling yourself, now you have a whole new partner to handle as well. For whatever reason though, I craved that co-existence.
When I was younger and in almost every “relationship” I was in, my main goal was to get married. I really wasn’t one to dick around too much in relationships that weren’t going anywhere. I mean I did my own share of “dicking around” (get it?) ok… but if I didn’t see myself marrying the guy, I got out as fast as I realized it. I remember when I was 13 and had my first break up. This guy was my “boyfriend” meaning that we went to school together and he asked me out on a note that said “circle one” and of course I circled yes and then we never talked to each other except for the occasional phone calls or AIM chats (look it up kids). When we “broke up” I was crying on the floor and my mom laughed and was telling me basically to STFU and that I would be fine, in the nicest way possible, and I told her I was in love with him and wanted to marry him… I thought my life was over. Remember I said I was 13.
I was pretty much dead set on having 5 or 6 kids which probably was a major boner kill now that I think about telling that to all my past boyfriends. Point being that I wanted to get married young so I had time to pop them all out. I really wanted to make sure that I had kids early enough for them to know and remember my parents in the same way that I did. I was also raised in a big family with 5 older siblings and 10 (now 12) nieces and nephews.
Fast forward through several teenage relationships that I thought would end in marriage. Side note: I feel bad for my teenage self because I wasted way too much time thinking I was already 30 and ready to start a family. Anyway, I was now 21 and just ended a 2 year relationship with a really great guy but I just couldn’t see myself marrying him. I moved to South Africa to basically volunteer and work with human rights and betterment groups to get my attention onto bigger things than just myself. I was there for about 2 years when a friend of mine from America came to town. We were out one night talking about relationships and god knows what else when he told me that Sean and I would make a good couple. Me, being me, called Sean and told him to be my boyfriend. It took several months for us to actually get together because of the whole other continent thing that wasn’t very behooving for a new relationship (did I use that word right?). Although it worked out really well because he was on tour in a band and I was working 15-20 hour days in Johannesburg so we were both pretty busy that it was nice to have an equally crazy scheduled relationship that only played out over the phone.
When I got back to America, we drove across country and moved to LA together to start a business.
Fast forward a little further to when Sean and I had been dating for about 2 years. I started asking him about getting married and then another year went by and it started to turn into an upsetting subject because I wanted it so bad. I don’t even think we were ready but I was convinced I needed to get married now. Just some advice for other girls out there, pressure is a real turn off especially when you can be a hormonal raging bitch and think you know everything like I was for a little while. Sometimes guys will need a little nudge but usually the good ones will know when it’s right. Again,that’s just my opinion and I could be wrong.
For some reason I had this weird idea that a couple had to be perfect and marriage was a part of that. We were far from perfect though and almost broke up several times over dumb shit. I can’t even remember what we used fight about. Pre-marriage stupid fights that are so irrelevant at this point I can’t even remember what they were. One night we got into such a huge fight (still can’t remember what about), I decided to leave LA at 2:30am and drive to Colorado to stay with my parents. My dad called me while I was just hitting Barstow around 4am and wanted to know what happened. I told him about my fight with Sean and he proceeded to tell me that he understands because him and my mom had got into a fight earlier about the way she was setting up the couch and how the furniture was being placed and now they hadn’t talked in over a week because of it. Despite the fact that they were the only 2 humans living off the grid in the middle of nowhere Colorado, with no other people to talk to… That was when I realized that no matter how old and wise I would become and even if I were married for almost 30 years, there was probably ALWAYS SOMETHING to fight about. Needless to say I turned around at that exit and drove home to Sean.
Once we were actually doing really well together, a few months later, and I took the pressure off him because we were just having fun again, he popped the question.
We got married within that next year. The wedding was AMAZING. Despite having a wedding planner that was on drugs and then hammered during the wedding… and the usual random fights that broke out.. That’s a whole post all on it’s own. It was pretty perfect.

I was pregnant about 2 months later and we moved back to FL from LA. I totally thought I knew what I was getting into as a new wife and mom but I had no idea. I also thought I would be such a good wife because that’s all I wanted to do the last 10 years. Then I quickly realized how much of an adjustment it was to start a family. Getting married is one thing on it’s own and then when you have kids it’s a whole new dynamic.
Before I move onto the pregnancy and the rest of our story I have to take a little break. I’m not kidding when I say I have pieced this post together over several weeks and nights because I can’t really get the time together to sit in peace and quiet. I don’t know how people do it. Ok I’ll pick it back up and try to get it done sooner this time! Thanks for reading!
xoxo
Shannon