This post might feel a bit ramble-on-y and less funny than my other posts. So I’ve decided to use Micheal Scott gifs to punch some life into it. Wow this is a horrible way to start a blog…
You can’t be The Married Girl on Bumble and not write about your marriage. I mean.. you could, because you can do whatever the f*ck you want. It’s your blog and you’re just doing you.
I’ve always hated April 28th! OK, not always. I’ve hated it for the past 5 years. I got legally married 6 years ago on this date.
Everyone I’ve met in the last 6 years automatically assumes I had an arranged marriage. This cannot be farthest from the truth. In fact, my family wasn’t happy with me marrying someone from the other side of the world- but they trusted and respected my decision. It would be so easy if I could blame my culture, parents or society for what I did.
But as I often tell my shocked friends: “it was a stupid mistake I made all on my own.”
The immediate response I get from everyone is “why did you do it then?”
I like to keep this blog light so I won’t go into details about why I think I got married. It’s a question I ask myself constantly – and have many different answers/ excuses for: I was immature, I thought I was in love, I was rebelling, and getting over another long term relationship, and by the time I wanted out, the wedding venue had already been paid for.
Today is a big day for me: it’s not just my anniversary. It is also ironically the day I’m moving out of my parent’s house. As I was going through numerous boxes of my stuff in a tiny, confined, humid basement bedroom, I came across my wedding photos, my invitation cards, wedding favors, and other crap – because my life is a romantic comedy filled with timely satire.
I don’t quite believe that everything happens for a reason because that sort of thinking is taking the easy way out. I think we’re solely responsible for what happens in our lives through our own decisions. I had decided that I deserved to be miserable because of the mistake I’d made.
It’s been 6 years to this day, but I can’t help ponder at the irony of all this. Perhaps April 28th is a day for change. Maybe it’s the way the moon, earth and the stars align.
Towards the end of my marriage I had a constant thought that haunted me daily: if I only had 6 more months to live (or 3 days or 24 hours), I wouldn’t want this life – I’d be outta this house faster than the Roadrunner could say “Meep meep!!”. It helped me change the course of my life and I’ve never been happier.
If you’re reading this, if you’re unhappy with the way things are, and if you’re daydreaming about a day to break free, the time is now! April 28th is just as good as any other day to change your life.
The Married Girl On Bumble 