I’m sure you’ve all read the story about the delicious Cheryl Cole getting married after just three months of dating her current beau – Jean-Bernard Fernandez-Versini. Three months? Let’s just hope she’s thought that through because that name is quite the handful, that’s for sure!
Now I’m not judging this girl because we’ve all been there, haven’t we? We’ve all thought about marrying our current guy after just five minutes of being with them. I certainly went through the lust-induced madness a few months ago when Jock and I had only been together for five minutes. It’s just one of those things that happen, isn’t it?
The only different between Cheryl Cole, sorry Cheryl Fernandez-Versini, and us ‘normal’ girls is that we don’t have a few millions in the bank to actually act on it. If I were as rich as her, I’d probably be on my 100th marriage by now. I fall in love and out of love at the drop of a hat. Gosh, could you imagine??
After three months, how can you possibly know someone enough to get hitched to them? I married The Hubby relatively quickly. In fact, I think we were married within a year of us ‘getting together’, but ours was a marriage based entirely on circumstance. He was going away with work (he was in the Army) and it was easier for me to go with him if we were married. We would NEVER have gotten married if we had waited a year or so. Not a chance in hell. To say we rushed things was an understatement. He just didn’t want to let the girl go that gave him head on demand, allowed anal on special occasions, and cooked dinner every night as well as doing his laundry, cleaning up after him, and generally being a wet rag that didn’t know any better. The truth of it was I LOVED being married. I LOVE being someone’s wife. Just not his wife.
As much as I have loved all of the men in my life in their own little way, people would have thought I were bonkers if I had gone around marrying them after just three months of knowing them. My family would probably have disowned me. Although perhaps not… I do come up with some bonkers hare-brained schemes sometimes. Even still, three months? Do you even know what shoe size he is Cheryl? Do you know where he sees himself in five years time? Do you know what kind of upbringing you want your children to have, or where you want to live when you bring them up? Have you even had the children-conversation? Maybe you’re already pregnant and that’s why you got married… Who knows?
Three months is too short. I’m pretty sure that Jock is the one for me but I still don’t think I’d have gone and married him after just three months. It just seems a little…. frivolous? Yes darling, let’s get married. If it doesn’t work, we can always get divorced. What happened to the sanctity of marriage? What happened to marrying that one special person that you thought you’d be with for the rest of your life? What happened to that?
Or is that just another thing that money has ruined? Would she still have married him if she was a ‘regular’ girl like you and I… with a bank balance to match?