Even after the engagement ceremony, my groom and I never spoke willingly to each other by any means. Everything seemed forced. In fact, everything was forced.
Then came our white wedding which scared me half way to death. Preparations were totally in his mother's control. The only time I even had a say is whenever she wants an additional opinion to what she chooses to be part of the ceremony. It made me wonder how living with her would be.
Let me spare you the details of the ceremony as there are more things to talk about.
During the exchange of vows, we looked each other in the eyes and spoke which of course was unwilling. It was so hard looking into his eyes. Still not enough, then came the kissing part.
"You may now kiss the bride." said the priest monotonously.
"Heck no! " I
