A day to remember

A day to remember

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I live an unhappy life. All I remember from my childhood was me always crying. I'm surrounded by broken lovers. I've witnessed it all... love, betrayal, dishonesty, lies, third parties, everything... It was... heartbreaking... I just stood there, watching them fall out of love, watching them mess up with each other. I often hear questions like, "What is love?" Love is... scary. I don't even wanna try touching that up, I've always felt that love isn't for me. That I'm not worthy to feel that love. But just like an unpredictable rain, I fell inlove. I have that hope inside me that he'll be different, that I don't have to suffer just because of that shitty love, But he failed me, He kept proving me wrong. I know everything happens for a reason but sometimes I wish I know what that reason was. Every moment with him isn't as euphoric as people described it to be, it was beyond excruciating. I kept asking, "Why?" Why does it have to be me? Why do I have to be the one always crying in the end? Why? But then I remembered how it all started. The day I met him was indeed A day to remember.
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I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

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