The Tempted and The Temptress

Chapter 8

Tammy

            This is not the way that I envisioned my wedding to this man.  I mean, I wanted everything a girl could possibly dream of for my wedding to Sam. From the white-silver dress to the horse drawn carriage, I wanted to be a princess.  My every hope and dream would be fulfilled, then that dolt had to take them away from me.  To this day, I avoid alcohol like the plague. Wouldn’t want to become the person I despise.

            But the, my anger had been displaced lately.  Right into the father of my child.  I swear in the three months since that night.  I called out “Playboy,” we’ve done nothing but fight.  No place is safe from our constant feuding.  Our battlegrounds have been anywhere from our bedrooms to our office buildings.  I almost lost a 4 million dollar deal when I instinctively threw a telephone at Max (who ducked, the telephone landed inches from the feet of the client).

            The wedding was very small, with only Cindy and Malcolm in attendance.  When the justice of the peace was saying the vows, I couldn’t have been more sad, I absolutely meant the words I was saying and couldn’t tell him.

            Cindy was with me earlier when I was getting dressed. 

            “Well it’s about time, even though the circumstances are unlikely,” Cindy said.

            I’d rolled my eyes and she’d laughed.

            “Oh come on, you know you love him.”

            I’d been quiet.  I really did love him but I just wasn’t ready to admit what everyone already knew, especially after remembering his anger. 

            You mean, I must stand in holy matrimony, and promise to honor and love, but not obey, at least not blindly, for sickness and health, until I die from him pulling my last straw and running me up the wall, with this man?  Boy is my work cut out for me.