Marnie
My first wedding was not a good one. The whole thing was hell. It may have been a huge wedding, the church, the big white dress, fancy cars, but it was all bullshit. I hated every moment of it. I even imagined myself screaming No at the altar.
Of course, I didn’t do that. I stood there and said my vows, even if they were lies before God. I didn’t even know the man I was marrying. I’d met him only a few times before that day. We hadn’t even had a conversation. Mainly because he did nothing but talk about himself.
Our wedding night was when I cried my heart out in the bathroom of the hotel Paul took me to. After he’d forced himself on me, that is. I didn’t feel ready for se.x. I’d given birth just weeks prior, and the birth had been complicated. I was scared to even show Paul my bo
