I got married because I needed to have the stone in my garden of life. I needed to know I was worthy of love enough to be proposed to. Enough to have someone cry when they saw me walk down the aisle. I needed to have the pics and the gown and the party. To know I could feel what being special felt like. To be the center of attention.

I don’t believe I was grown enough to make that decision. I don’t know that I experienced enough in life yet. I skipped some stones.