“Does it bother you that I have everything planned?” he said as he began to take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt, and I don't know why on earth I turned around when I had already seen everything I needed to see of Arthur, maybe I was just annoyed.
“Maybe, our wedding isn't one of your business deals,” I said, crossing my arms. I was upset, but why? Was it the idea of having the wedding in the backyard that bothered me?
No, I think what really bothered me was that it seemed like he was planning everything as if he wasn't going to be around. It was the same feeling I had when I saw our house; he had already planned every aspect to remain independent at some point when his body started to present obstacles. The wedding was the least of it; I was already married to Arthur even if our v
