After two years of marriage, eight years together and looking ahead to a life that will surely be emotionally indebted to our future children, I find myself reflecting upon how different life is now than our early days. As a young impressionable college age millennial, I viewed marriage as a contract to which two people entered and became one, or in other words, each person became half, but that is not so in our case. Marriage has gifted me with more independence than ever.
Consider the marriage idioms that we’ve become accustomed to:
Tie the knot. Tied together.
Ball and chain. Held down, or held back.
Old lady. If you get married, you pass your prime and accept your role as someone’s “old lady.”
Become an item. Two people get involved with each other and morph into some sort of “item.” What are you when you aren’t “an item?”
You get the idea. It’s no wonder as a young woman, I often felt as though I needed to cling to my identity for fear of losing it. While it’s true that there are many people who change their identity to the tune of their current love interest, when the right person enters your life, you become more the person you already are and blossom into the person you were meant to be.