By JESSICA PETERS
My colleague stared at me wide eyed: “But you’re too young to get married! You’ve barely experienced life. What’s the rush?”
“You’re just a baby,” another exclaimed.
A discussion about how old my colleagues were when they tied the knot followed. All of them were at least thirty.
I fiddled with the sapphire engagement ring hugging my finger as they agreed I didn’t have enough life experience to get married. Who gets married at twenty-two these days?
My temper was boiling. How can people who only know me in a professional manner declare that I am too young and inexperienced to get married? They don’t know anything about me or my fiancé.
My fiancé and I have been together for six years and have lived together for two of those. We have endured my depression, anxiety and low libido. I supported his decision to join the defence force at the tender age of eighteen.
We survived a two year long distance relationship and only saw each other every three months. We soldiered through his deployment. I left my family and friends behind in Tasmania and moved to far North Queensland to be with him. He is my best friend and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
We support each other and compromise for each other. We are committed to each other in every single way. In fact, I trust him so much that if he admitted he had cheated on me, he would have to produce photographic evidence before I would believe him.
I admit, I am a young bride-to-be, considering (according to IBISworld Australia) the average age of the Australian bride is twenty nine. I don’t understand why young marriage has become stigmatised when it used to be the norm. At what age will we be considered old and experienced enough to take the plunge? Twenty-four, twenty-eight or thirty-five?