by A. D. McDowell

Created on: August 10, 2008   Last Updated: August 20, 2008

It is the day after my wedding and I've woke up to a stranger in my bed. "Wade" was my dream come true in the months leading up to this day. However, there was a nawing feeling in my gut that I was in for a long road ahead. You see, last night, on what was to be a romantic night of love and passion after our 'big day' was a complete nightmare.

After our wedding reception, 'Wade' told all our families and friends that he had secretly planned a honeymoon for us. I had no clue any of the details. While pulling out of the church parking lot I was as giddy as any new bride could be. However, my groom was quickly becoming 'Mr. Gloom'. I wanted to discuss the details of the honeymoon, as soon learned he didn't even have plans for our wedding night hotel stay. No honeymoon suite. No rose petals. No hot tub. No champaigne. No room. Was this really happening? He was joking, right?

We pulled into a nearby hotel parking lot, so my spirits began to lift. Only to be crushed as he told me he was stopping in to check on his out of town family. He told his step father that we didn't have a room for the night. It was his step father who then made and paid for our hotel reservation. What had happened to my knight in shinning armor who had been lavishing me with everything I could ever need over the past year of our engagement? Was this a sign of things to come?

We carried our bags to our hotel room. It was plain and simple. But I tried to remind myself I had a surprise honeymoon awaiting me and would be finding out the details very soon. Maybe it was the stress of the day. Things would smooth over, all we need is time to ourselves, to relax with one another. I tried snuggling up to my new husband, but felt a cold vibe coming from him. I excused myself to take the pins holding up my hair. When I returned to the room, I found 'Wade' lying on the bed watching a Pay Per View porn flick.

This side of him was all new. His romantic and loving nature was now no where to be found. He was more interested in the video than he was me. We never had sex during our courtship, mainly because of our own personal moral beliefs. I would have thought he'd be hard pressed to finally make love to me, that we'd soar on the wings of romantic passion and bliss. Deep in my soul, rejection began to creep in. Our first time together was a 5 minute 'wham bam, thank you ma'am'. He never kissed me, never took his time. In my heart, I knew this was a bad deal. I woke up the next morning with him throwing my clothes

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