I was in my late 20s and Jay was 30 when we decided to get married. Both of us are children of divorce. I also had a lot of debt from putting myself through college.
I loved Jay and totally thought he was "the one," but I would be lying if I told you I didn't have some anxiety about what might happen to us in the future. I had heard the statistics about the chances of divorce and felt like we were entering into marriage with the odds stacked against us in some ways.
At the time, I worked in mental health care. I remember asking one of my colleagues if he would consider doing some premarital work with us.