I can admit now that we were far too young to get married. At least I was. I was only 22 when I found out I was pregnant with our oldest son. Less than 5 months after we'd started dating. We were both thrilled, if not a little terrified. We waited until our son was 4 months old to get married. A reality that didn't bode for my devoutly religious extended family but they got used the idea and have since forgiveness us for "having a baby out of wedlock".
So we had a baby and we got married. And proceeded to have five more babies in the next nine years. I was in some stage of pregnancy every other summer. There was never a moment to breath. Forget any time to be a couple. Obviously we managed to engage in some couple activities hence the six children. When all you seem to have in common is sex and kids well... sooner or later someone is going to become disenchanted with the whole happily ever after thing.
Now here we are... soon to celebrate our 17th wedding anniversary and both of us are at odds with ourselves and our marriage. With no idea how to fix it or if it's even worth trying.