I'd been divorced, legally, for 3 months when I started thinking seriously about marriage. I'd met this woman at work and thought that she perfectly complemented me. She was smart, fun, loyal, understanding... everything Satan wasn't.
I proposed and the whirlwind continued, rings, flowers, invitations. Everything that one does to prepare for a wedding. We even picked out a gentleman to officiate. We met him and talked about guava cake. Getting to him involved instructions like "turn at the rooster."
Prep time passed and, aside from a tickling in the back of my brain, everything was wonderful. Satan left the state; actually went to the opposite side of the country, my fiancee radiated joy, and most everyone invited was ready to show. My brother even managed some time on island to visit... he couldn't make the wedding, but it was good to see him.
The day closed in. People arrived. I tensed.
When questioned, I blew it off. "It couldn't be anything... I'm too happy!"
The first of many straws my pitiful brain would clutch to.
The day came, and I froze. I could only just make out the words I spoke that morning. "I don't want to get married today."
She... her face was red, her eyes full of tears. The hemispheres in my brain battled: What was I doing? Blowing a shot at happiness? Didn't I just get divorced? This could really suck, should it go badly.
"How am I like her?" I became aware that I was in a conversation. I'd been talking, she'd been talking. And the answer came, clear:
Fiancee != Satan
"Um... Your not."
I fumbled a bit more, but I couldn't really argue. The full thrust of her statements was something like, "do what you want to."
But it was because she loved me, and wanted to see me happy. And I wanted the same for her.
I was still nervous, terrified that I would say the words bonding me to this woman, only to have Satan appear next to me or worse (during the kiss!) and start offering lap dances to the present men.
But it didn't happen. It hasn't happened. I got married to a wonderful woman who is so not Satan, who has yet to ask anyone else out.
Someone who understands me.
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Oh, yeah. That might be important. We did get married. On the most recent "Fantasy Island" set (sort of... it was maybe 50 yards away. The front of the house, with the bell tower off to the side). A few family members and a 3rd (or 4th) best man. I should really post the wedding separately.
I was at the Fantasy Island waterfalls not long ago :)
Interesting to read your & your wife's takes on the day you were married. Keep writing!
Will do!
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