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So this is married life.

I get a lot of different reactions from people when I tell I'm 22 and married. Some are skeptical like I just lost my virginity to some random stranger and worse is that I got married because I am pregnant. Bet you the latter part is a common notion these days huh?  Sadly, true. But no, I'm not pregnant. Not yet though. Some time soon. 

Jumping on board a married life is not as easy as one two three. Sure, the wedding is such a big event to prepare plus the thought of being able to finally say "I do" to the one you've been crushing/stalking/hoping (not that I've been doing all of that before) for years ago and realizing that all of those awkward firsts, petty fights, make-ups and make-outs would finally lead both of you strolling down the aisle.

I mean, I love weddings, even before, I've been with people who are into wedding planning and coordinating as well. I love the adrenaline it gives me. But it really is different when I planned my own wedding, Hub and I have been hands-on from wedding paper applications to the tiniest detail. We even had a lot of fights and shouting, more than what we had for 4 years of being a couple. I almost went "bridezilla" on him. lol. Nevertheless, the wedding went well, not really on how we dreamed of it to be but how we would want it to be. Thanks to our families and friends that have been there for us and those who helped us on the preparations and even on the day itself. 

Being married though is a different story.

I've been dependent to my parents all my life and never lived alone even once. My dad can't even stand me coming home late at night even when I am a legal adult already and it never occur to my mom, (even though I learned a lot from her from taking care of my dad, house cleaning, and cooking and taking care of us,) to let us do our own laundry and how to iron clothes properly which is an enormous challenge for me. Sometimes I even forgot that I'm already married that I forgot to wash important clothes my husband needs, making sure he doesn't ran out of socks and keeping track of the bills. (*insert heavy sighs from hub here).

IT IS A HUGE ADJUSTMENT. and I am still adjusting. Good thing that my husband has been more than patient enough than what he is and is constantly reminding me of our responsibilities although I sometimes throw a fit on him. 

And to tell you honestly, I never regret a single day I made the decision of saying "yes" that special day of December last year. I guess I just couldn't imagine myself waking up to a different person than who I'm with now. Heck, I can't even imagine a person at all. But yes, I am inlove with the same person who mocked me on a wrong sent message 5 years ago and the person who I'm waiting to come home to me every night. 

So here I am, after 5 months and counting with a new last name. Despite the changes, I would never trade another day, not even for a million wishes, for the day I took a huge leap of faith with the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.