My Husband Is The Only Man I’ve Ever Dated And I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way—Here’s Why
Growing up, my parents had a strict rule for all three of their kids: No dating until you were 16. As the oldest, I naturally hated them for it and took every opportunity I could to convince them that this was a horrible idea.
On one particularly angsty night, I got both my parents together and let them know that if they didn’t let me have a boyfriend now, “all of the good ones would be gone” by the time I turned 16. In my head, this was an airtight case. It was absolutely bulletproof. All the good guys would be gone by the time I turned 16 if they made me wait any longer, and all my parents would be left with is a spinster for a daughter and no grandchildren. I couldn’t believe they hadn’t taken that into consideration, because if they had, they surely would not be enacting this dictatorial mandate.