Story #32

The marriage was over before the love ran out.
We were in our early 20s and madly on love. In all honesty our love was just that: mad. We went on 3 dates before we decided that marriage was the right answer.

The first one was typical.
We were nervous and anxious all at once — two separate things. We did the typical dinner & a movie. The dinner was just okay and the movie was great, maybe because there were no expectations in the dark. An hour into the movienwe held hands. It was sweet.

The second date was a group one.
We were with mutual friends at a karaoke bar. He always said that he knew I was the one when I sang T. Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” song. The irony in that is beyond measure.

The third date was a picnic.
The weather was somehow perfect. It was right after a few days of rain, but right before the biggest storm in history. The day basically represented whatever we had. We talked for hours outdoors.

Not too soon after that he asked me to marry him, and I accepted the offer. We were in love or something very close to it. We were young. We felt invincible. Our respective families disagreed, but we didn’t care. We thought it was the only choice that made sense.

The marriage was over before the love ran out.
We were destined to fail from the start. He was a bartender at the hippest club in town and I was a waitress at the local diner. Our schedules didn’t match. We ignored the coincidence. I quit my job to spend more time with him. He thought he could cover everything on his own.

The marriage was over before the love ran out.
We argued over money and made up over sex. We were convinced that our love would keep us above water. Love doesn’t pay the bills. He resented me for unemployment so I got a job at his club. We had to play single in front of customers for more tips. It was fun…for awhile.

The marriage was over before the love ran out.
We still argued. Neither one of us understood the other. Go figure. We tried many things to spice up our marriage even though we had only been married for 6 months. We just needed another element, right?

The marriage was.over before the love ran out.
The day I was served, I was 4 months pregnant and we hadn’t even been married a year. My husband was basically nonexistent in our marriage. I constantly tried to reason why this happened or how, but it was clear. We were never in love. We just wanted to be in love. There was none.

At the age of 22, I was divorced with a child. There was no love. There was barely a marriage. We were young and foolish, fallen madly for the thought of love.

Yup. Til tomorrow.


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