It's scary. I've been thinking a lot about marriage and weddings this past few days. I figured maybe because I'm 22 and turning paranoid.
Seeing ideal couples in movies get married who fall deeply, crazily in love with each other really do f**k me up. They get me on a high. And then just when I'm all up there, reality snaps, then I fall.
I was proud of myself until this age of mine. Many girls start dreaming of how their wedding day would seem like the first moment they lay eyes on a bride. I bet they've been having quick dilemmas occasionally on what motif, what theme, and/or where should the wedding happen. I, usually, do not give a care. Nope! No reality checks. No day dreaming. No, nothing until now. I wasn't anti-marriage or anything like that - I just really didn't care.
Currently, I have a man in my life. Whether he is or is not 'the one' is a question I don't like facing.
Like everybody else, I just want to be happy for the rest of my life.
Have kids. Work for awhile. When I turn 50, retire. Clean and welcome my husband home after a day's work and take care of my kids. Cook breakfast, lunch, 'merienda' and dinner for them and occasionally visit my parents and in-laws whenever available.
But before anything else...before starting a new family, I want my family (de Jesus) to be all set and good before I let them go. I want my mother and father to have a wonderful place they can call their own. My older brother to have a stable job that he's happy to have and who's blessed to have him in return. A job that pays him more than enough so he can buy what he and the family he will be having what they need and want. And that may his wife and kids be both lovely and loving. Same goes for my younger brother but I wish to settle down before he does, of course. Also, my little sister to have a wonderful, clear career path.
What is the ideal age to get married? 28, I guess.
Having said all these, I go to my conclusion. "Being a woman sucks sometimes."
