You might not believe that love like Romeo and Juliet could still exist today without the young couple winding up dead or insane like most literary tales. My high school sweetheart and I eloped during the second month of starting college. We didn’t tell anyone. We took a couple of pictures of ourselves with our disposable camera to commemorate it. We looked like infants. We were both dressed in our best outfit, which for an 18-year-old girl is a skirt and blouse, and for a 19-year-old boy is his button up shirt and khaki jeans. Naturally, we were the only excited ones regarding our news. Our elopement was met with extreme disapproval from both sides of our family. We also had no money or any idea of what to do.
After the initial storm had settled, we sat down in our empty apartment and marveled at what to do next. Five minutes later, we realized we were hungry. At the dorms, we went down to the cafeteria for dinner. Back home, mom and dad always had food in the house. The comprehension that things were different hit us as we stared at our empty fridge. We both felt a twinge of panic. We wound up at Wal-Mart on a Friday night at midnight. Once we grabbed the pizza, we realized we had nothing to cut it with. No plates to serve it on. And oh my goodness, what happens when breakfast comes tomorrow?
But little by little we met each new challenge. Our living room started with a television with no knobs propped up on a cardboard box and two sleeping bags on the floor next to it. We saved up slowly and bought a futon! We were so proud. After just 2 months of backaches, we could afford an actual bed and gladly, trashed that crappy futon. Due to our extremely small budget, we bought one new item that we needed per month to add to our apartment. Anticipation and preparation immediately were enlisted and laid the foundation to surviving the first couple weeks in planet married world.
Newly wedded life was a struggle when both of us were just teenagers to say the absolute least! We disagreed on everything and quickly spent dispensed the wedded blissful energy on arguments. Soon enough, bills arrived in the mail and were added to a growing pile that we already had no idea of how to handle. We paid off a high heating bill to find we had flat tire the next day. Add the complications faced when handling college classes, papers, and tests every week, and it quickly became an impossible feat.
But wouldn’t you know it? We soon found out that if he screwed back on the cap to the toothpaste and if I twisted the bread bag shut, we were more cheerful with one another.
Five years later, many fights, bread bags, and tooth pastes later: My husband and I went on our long awaited honeymoon in Hawaii. We were on a cruise off of the Na Pali coast, sailing to try our hand at snorkeling. It wasn’t any surprise that we were newly weds with our arms wrapped around each other and an unwavering smile. One of the crewmembers approached us and asked us if it was our honeymoon. We told him it was. He chuckled and asked how long had we been married. From our obvious young age, I was 23 and my husband was 24, he expected us to say something like “3 whole days.” Well his mouth dropped when we replied, “Oh, I don’t know…5 years.” He looked at me and exclaimed, “Jeez, you must have been just a child when you married him!” We broke down in laughter. Every day is success that we are still here, trying but our story does come with much added blush to our cheeks when we tell it. It certainty warms our hearts to hear it.