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.
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Promise you'll catch me; & don't let me down. Or at least not drop me on my face, like the last one did. Guys are so unpredictable, untrustworthy, easily bored, and always find a way to disappoint you. Not this one though! "Sometimes the things you need are right under your nose, and you'll miss them if you don't pay attention." That is what my mom always said anyway. Who knew she was right all along.
Snapping out of my own thoughts I opened my eyes and he was still there. Down on one knee staring up at me, waiting on an answer.
But why me? I ignored you, made you chase me, then brought drama into your life, bombarded you like a soldier on the front line, and invaded your life! Worked my way in like a flea. Yet you love me? REALLY?
My hand balled into a fist and went flying before I could think.
All I can say is you bet not let me down!
Do not be like the others!
Do not embarrass me!
I'm giving my all to you, leaving it all in your hands...
"Ouch!"
Ok. Let's do this!
I'm not sure how to put these feeling into words so the poetry and song titles are to help you feel what I am feeling as much as possible. This might get a little steamy at times!
Hope you enjoy.
Also this is a first draft so please excuse any mistakes, thanks!