13
My wedding day. It’s finally here.
Not just because of Aimee’s hair, but the simple fact that I never thought I’d actually do it. I always thought that marriage was for parents and boring couples. I never truly believed that someone like me could ever be part of that dream. That fantasy of a normal life, with a normal woman. Maybe even have a kid down the road. Hell, maybe even two.
Definitely not three.
I massage my lower back with my thumb. It’s still a little sore from sleeping on Ed’s couch. I wonder how Aimee slept. Not too well I bet. Stressed about everything—especially her hair.
It’s been raining for the last hour, but the news said that it would clear by ten. It’s now five to eleven and it’s not letting up. I’m trying not to let it bring me down. I was already expecting it
