The Starter Husband
By Gretchen Voss
And thats just our prerogative, says Generation Me, fingers poised above the do-over button. We can pick and choose among limitless possibilities seemingly unattached to consequence because todays 20-somethings are living out an extended adolescence in a manner unlike any generation before them. Were still knocking around and figuring it out, often on our parents dime.
Simply put, my 20s were freaking me out, says 29-year-old Elisa Albert, a wavy-haired brunette and adjunct assistant professor of creative writing at Columbia University. I felt unqualified to be barreling into adulthood alone I felt at loose ends in regards to my career, my ability to support myself, even my post-college social identity. I was lonely and scared. At the same time, Im watching Sex and the City and going, OK, so should I spend the next 20 years getting my heart broken and pretending that its all in good fun? Or should I marry this dude Im dating, have a gorgeous party, and make my parents really, really happy?
She chose wrong.
It all started over a steaming cup of coffee in a New York City diner. Elisas mother suggested she give a family friend a call in the wake of his siblings death (Elisas own brother had died a few years back). We talked about our brothers, which was intense, and then somehow we went from there to falling in love and having this 100-mile-an-hour courtship, Elisa says. We were talking about naming our unborn children after our dead brothers. It was totally crazy.
From an outsiders perspective, you could see trouble ahead: They crashed between breakup and make-up like a game of pinball. But during one warm-and-fuzzy reconciliation, they decided to get hitched. Suddenly, the relationship snowballed into something bigger: getting married.