I married way out of my pay grade. I have no idea how that happened.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wanted my marriage to work, but it didn't.
My parents were married for sixty-five years, and I was married for about ten minutes, my first year at Yale Drama School. Something, somehow, didn't get passed on to my generation.
I'm this high school dropout. I quit in my sophomore year, when I was 15. I worked for a while in a deli, and when I was almost 17, I got married.
My parents did not pay a cent for my education; they didn't give me a car or furniture - I did that 100% on my own. I had to pay back a lot.
I left my marriage knowing I'd have to work. I have.
I dropped out of school for a semester, transferred to another college, switched to an art major, graduated, got married, and for a while worked as a graphic designer.
I'd met a woman and I got married, but the money ran out right away. I hadn't had a job for seven months, and it just came over me that I was never going to work again. It hit me.
Me, I was waiting tables of 13 and married at 19. I graduated from public schools, and taught elementary school.
My father paid for my education; then he made it clear that I was on my own.
I didn't get married to get divorced.