"Elise". My mother's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Yes." I said calmly. "I love him."
She looked at me. " I just want you to be happy. But I barely see you anymore, it feels like he is keeping you to himself. What if you won't be aloud to come home? Or walk out of the house without his approval?!"
My mother has the capacity of twisting everything in to poison. But this time, for once, just maybe, there was a truth in her words. He has become pretty controlling, but is that bad? He just loves me, right?
" Mom, you should not worry. I'm careful." I am careful. "You were the one bragging along on how much you liked him even before I was interested, remember?"
"Well, I did, didn't I?" She said and then changed the subject. She has never been into deep talk, and she knows she shouldn't be the one to talk about choosing the wrong guy. She herself married three different types of assholes during her 52 years of existence.
But am I?
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The Forever Marrige
RomanceIn 11 days I'll be married. In 11 days I'll be sleepless waiting for the morning sunrise to show. In 11 days I will walk down the aisle and meet my best friend at the alter. In 11 days I will be wearing a sparkling white dress and stare at my husba...
