When I was 23 I took a psychology class. We were asked by the professor what our biggest fear in life was. Most classmates mentioned death, and snakes. I decided to be honest, real honest, and announce my biggest fear- marriage. Yes, the harmonizing of two people committing to each other by law scared the hell out of me. Go ahead and analyze my fears, but I never understood why either- I wasn't a product of divorce, or had a terrible childhood, or anything severe. Half the students in the class were married, and looking back now, I understand their discomfort towards me.
I had this mindset that marriage was something I didn't want any part of in my life. I don't know if age and wisdom eased it up, or if it was meeting Scott. Scott was everything I wanted in a man- he was Godly, academic, handsome, and unlike anyone I've known, has the most character and integrity. To add to the swoonworthiness, he's also a professor, a writer, and a tech nerd. Yes, he seemed too perfect. I took the plunge and we married shortly after we met. Even after three years of marriage, everyday I wake up to my husband and I feel a little braver each day.