As written by someone who got hitched in both decades.
Every time I see a young woman flashing her engagement ring, I want to grab her by the hand, sit her down, and counsel her.
I’m 34 years old and on my second marriage.
My divorcee demographics:
- Met my future ex-husband: Age 25
- Bling, bling, got the ring: Age 26
- Got hitched: Age 27
- Got ditched: Age 28
I’m proud of the fact that I got divorced in my 20s. It means I had the courage to leave my home, pick up the pieces, and start my life over when all my friends were getting married and having babies.
I could’ve stayed in an unhappy situation — spending every night sleeping next to someone who no longer wanted to be married to me — knowing I would never have the future of my dreams.
Instead, I chose to chase those dreams. And now, I’m living them.
I'm grateful for my "failed" marriage.
I prefer to refer to it as a learning experience because it led me to where I'm supposed to be: happily remarried, and mummy to a beautiful daughter and two fur-children.
I made my divorce a positive experience by uniting with other twenty-something divorcées to show them that they're not lone wolves — we have a pack. I formed a private online support group, hosted local meet-ups, conducted interviews, and published a book: Trash the Dress: Stories of Celebrating Divorce in your 20s.
When my marriage ended, I made a list of qualities I wanted in a new mate, and luckily enough I found someone who meets all the requirements on my checklist. We got married when I was 32 years old, and I can say with confidence that this wedding dress will be preserved.