By NATALIA HAWK
Marriage is stressing me out.
And yes, I do realise how ridiculous that statement sounds, having been written by an unmarried, unengaged 20-something.
But I am prematurely worried about what I’ve deemed “the marriage gap”.
It’s that teeny-tiny period of time, determined by Society And All That, in which women are supposed to get married in order to guarantee the life that is ‘happily ever after.’
For years, we are told that we’re too young to get married. Your 20s are for having fun, considering your responsibilities are not supposed to extend beyond looking after a bottle of wine on a Saturday night. Live your life! Travel the world! Kiss some frogs on a Contiki tour!
But then suddenly… you hit 30. And all your relatives are asking about your lack of a “special someone”. And your mother is warning you about time running out.And when you go on dates, all you can see in the back of your mind is that scary fertility chart where the line DROPS after 30.
That’s how we end up with the marriage gap: the only ‘acceptable’ time to get married.
It’s between approximately 27 and 30 – and let’s face it, this is a VERY SHORT WINDOW OF TIME. And it’s been on my mind ever since I read this article from The Atlantic, called “There’s no perfect age to find a husband”: