I was talking to someone the other day when I mentioned my husband, which instantly ensued raised eyebrows and the following questions: “You’re married? How old are you?!” I am familiar with these questions. I nodded, while sighing internally. I am 24-years-old and I just got married. Yes, that is pretty young. No, I am not pregnant.
“I don’t think it’s that young,” I said.
Thankfully, this particular person allowed that. “Well, in Los Angeles that’s a really young age to be married. Anywhere else, it would probably be normal.”