by ETX

Created on: March 21, 2009

We were young, and as most young people tend to be, we were stupid. Nevertheless we had agreed to enter into the "holy" state of matrimony despite the odds and all of the evidence surrounding us that stated clearly that we would never last. In hind sight I can't even remember a purposal, let alone any reason that we should have been getting married.

It was a beautiful day in June. The wedding was scheduled for 11a.m. It was currently 6a.m., and I had not closed my eyes to rest even once that night. My insomnia was not due to my excitement or wedding jitters for that matter. It had been a long night of worrying, mixed with anger and frustration which were the ingredients for disaster when combined the night before "the big day". My soon to be husband and I had agreed that in order to avoid conflict and to successfully have a wedding we would not have bachelor or bachelorette parties. I of course upheld my end of the agreement, he of course did not.

I had not heard from the man I was supposed to marry since he left my house the night before around 9pm.He was supposed to call me when he made it home, which was roughly 4 minutes away. At nearly midnight my future mother-in-law answered the phone and I explained that I was officially concerned having not heard from her son. Later I would come to know that this woman who was about to become a fixture in my life would lie, cheat, steal and even worse in order to protect her children from ever having to face consequences. She said she had not seen my fianc however she was sure everything was ok. I knew she was lying. Therefore I took it upon myself to punish her by calling every thirty minutes until daylight.

By 6am I had held out as long as I could and decided to go over to my Groom's house and assess the situation as I had gotten nowhere attempting to interrogate my tight lipped mother-in-law. I was angry. So angry that I began to have red splotches appear all over my face and the angrier I became they crept further down my neck and chest. The drive was short so by the time I arrived I was in a full blown fit of rage. The driveway was lined with familiar trucks belonging to groomsmen, none of which I personally liked as they were all jerks, and beer cans and whiskey bottles sitting on tailgates and strewn about the yard. I did not have enough time on the short drive over to contemplate such a scene and the appropriate way to handle myself.

I charged straight into the house as if I had a plan of action, however

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