Married At 19 Novels & Stories

My lips trembled as I was lost about where to start my explanation; the provoking part of it was that I was still fidgety. “O…okay, mama,” I stuttered as the boldness in me spoke, “I am married now,” my voice snapped once she pulled back her face at the mention of that. the message was brief without any interest to explain further if she didn’t ask for it. “Married?” she retorted and her nose wrinkled even more than her face, “Married?” she retorted yet again, daring to understand the version, “How? You are only nineteen. Marriage at this age is never what I planned for my daughter. I thought we could raise little money from our vegetable so that you would go back to school. I ….

“I’m eight years younger than you. You’re twenty-nine and I’m almost twenty-two. Remember? “Do you remember how old I was when I married you during my junior year of university?” Conrad said, “Less than nineteen.” “You remember.” Fia smiled helplessly. “Then do you know something?” “What?” “Because it was hard for my mom to take care of me alone, I had to go to school two years earlier than most people. I got into the university I dreamed of when I was sixteen. If it wasn’t because of the marriage with you, I would have graduated when I was twenty years old and found a job that I like.”

It was made strong, exactly how I like it. “Cancel the rest of my meetings for the day.” I say, as I began to pack my bags and grabbed my coffee on my way out. I had a feeling that the document on my device contained some life-changing information; I’d rather digest it from the comfort of my home than at the office. …. Name: Isabella Yang. Age: 20. She’d been nineteen when we’d gotten married. It’s no wonder she looked so young and innocent. And also freshly out of college? She hadn’t even been able to attend her graduation ceremony when she’d been forced to marry me.

“Iz, іt’ѕ оkау, I’m nоt аѕkіng уоu tо marry me —wеll not уеt.” I іnѕtаntlу rеlаxеd. Aѕ muсh аѕ I lоvеd Joel, I wаѕ оnlу nineteen. I wаѕ nоt rеаdу fоr that kind of commitment уеt. We hаdn’t bееn tоgеthеr that lоng аnd mаrrіаgе was a bіg ѕtер.

I was nineteen, he was twenty. It wasn't a problem as both of us are coming from prestigious families. I chose a three-year program as we lived together, and then we got married when I was twenty-one, our wedding was the talk of the town for months. After the wedding, I moved into the D'Cruz family house and it's been awesome. His parents love me. Our wedding anniversary was two months ago making it three years and two months being married to my first love. Perfect life right? So why am I supposed to think he does not love me?

he said. Trey had dropped out of school a year after they met to pursue his dream of being an actor. At first, it seemed to be working for him. He was signed to an agency and started appearing in local commercials. But then he realized he was being extorted by his agency and left it. He never found his footing again. “At twenty-three we were just too young to get married. I didn’t think it was a good idea,” Sasha explained. “What about two years ago? Were we too young then?”

There’s not an ounce of judgment in either women’s eyes. “My husband — my parents are dead,” I answer honestly, and for some reason, I want to tell her everything. “I was married at the age of 18. I was stupid, and I thought I was in love, but he changed as soon as we married.” Technically, most of that isn’t a lie. “He is older than you,” she says. And it’s a statement, not a question.

William let out a bitter, dry laugh that didn't sound like a laugh at all. "It’s his life. I just... I just thought he should have waited a little bit more. Four years, or five at least. He should have honored the memory of their marriage. They were together for twenty-three years, Isabel." He let go of me and walked to the edge of the deck, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He looked so small against the vastness of the ocean, his gaze distant and full of a hurt he couldn't hide. "She married my dad when she was nineteen. It was an arranged marriage between her family and his. It was the only way her parents would agree to invest in his new company back then.

Then he walked away, his laugh echoing faintly with him. Aurora smiled and chatted with a sense of civility to the stream of guests that continued to approach us. It felt awkward explaining to friends and business partners that I was about to marry this girl they’ve never even heard of, let alone met. Again and again I told them, “We kept things private,” I had repeated for the fourth time. “It felt more romantic that way. Just the two of us. But now we’re ready to make it official.” I saw more than a few people who glanced down at her stomach to see if there was a particular reason we were in such a rush. Aurora quickly put those rumors to rest by drinking her weight in champagne.

I don't know where he is going with all this. "It is not the look of a man who is ready to sacrifice himself for my little rose. You are not in her life for the long run, are you?" Joey asks seriously. My heart slams against my chest. How do I tell him that he is right? We both agreed what we are having is not long term but I can't tell her that. "Me and my wife got married when we were young. We were just nineteen. At first everyone was against us. At some point I thought they were right and we wouldn't work out. It is twenty two years and we are going on strong."