My Wedding Love

November 9th, 1996, my brother first entered this world cold, scared, and naked; then into the warm arms of my beloved 19-year-old mother as my 17-year-old father stood beside him. According to statistics, 8 out of 10 teenage fathers do not marry the teenage mother of their child; most couples don’t stay together at all. But here my brother is today 18-years later with my mother and my father still happily married with 3 kids. My parents both sacrificed a lot for my brother, my sister and myself, which included moving to a new state at a young age leaving everything they knew behind, going to night school, and doing countless hours of hard work. They made sure we never had to work for anything; they gave us everything we needed, wanted, and

The day before our two year anniversary started off like any other day we spent together. I patiently waited to see his utter excitement to see me, upon arrival, I waved my parents goodbye and found my way to the front door. The steps to the door felt different today than it had before, they originally gave me chills of excitement, but today they were lacking that quality. With each stride to the next step upward

My left hand clasped her right hand lightly. The day I had dreamed of my whole life had finally arrived, though much sooner than I had expected, and now I stood beside a beautiful woman, far too beautiful for I, but her hand felt cold, unlike the fire kindling beside us. She stopped and poured the last of the rice in the flame; I felt it grow an inch shorter. She reached up to grab my hand and we circled the table one last time, seven more steps, each for a vow I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep, but I knew I couldn’t back out now for fear of dishonoring my family. I knew then that my marriage would never be anything more than that, and she would never be more than my wife, not a partner, because I had almost instantly built a barrier separating

After me and my family spend a day on the beach during our vacation in Florida, we sat down and ate some dinner. It was New Year's Eve, 1999. It was a monumental day in history. A new century was about to start. There was a feeling in the air unlike none other, everyone knew that a new chapter was about to start, however the future for many was uncertain. This was especially true for me, as my wife was pregnant with a baby girl. As we walked into the restaurant, I carried a book. There were numerous names in this book, however I knew when the clock struck midnight, one of those names in that book would be my daughter’s name. As we sat down my wife went over her criteria: a unique name that did not remind her of an ancestor. Thus my wife logically went about listing each name in the book and discussing if it met her criteria. Her nomenclature process was very organized. By the time our dinner came, there was a list narrowed down to ten names. By the time dessert was out, the list was narrowed down to two names, Christine and Caitlyn. As I heard the countdown to a new year, instead of logically planning what name my daughter would have; me and my wife reached into a cup and picked up a crumpled up piece of paper. Very cautiously, I spread out the wrinkled paper, to reveal my future. On the piece of paper was the name Christine and as everyone invigoratingly rang in the new year.

When reading fondly fairy tales related to happy endings as a child, marriage seems remarkably magical with obstacles nowhere on the horizon. Moreover, when the princess walks down the aisle to meet her prince, they take each other hand, gazing into each other's eyes, both thinking of nothing but the wonderful experiences that laid ahead of them. Nevertheless, this was the case of Shoba and Shukumar. In Interpreter of Maladies, Chapter One title “A Temporary Matter” by author Jhumpa Lahiri we get a glimpse of the aftermath of what happens when a couple begins dealing with reality and start living life. Looking forward to raising a family and getting pregnant, going through the different phases of preparing for the first birth and the newborn birth as a “stillborn” which devastates the dream.

My life has been a whirlwind of chaos, with what seems to be just few moments of calm. As I look back, it begins so perfect. My father and mother loved each other very much, and were great parents. I didn’t have to suffer though the trauma of divorce, neglect, or abuse. I grew up with an older brother that at the time, I thought was a big bully. Now I look back, and I realize that since I made it to adulthood, he must have had the patience of a saint.

Later on, I finally found Clarity and she named me Molly. When I lived with Clarity, her mother also lived with us whom she called Gloria. I never really understood why Gloria hated me so much, she would always ignore me and argue with Clarity. I could sense that Gloria made Clarity really upset so I stayed as far away as I could from Gloria. Clarity always relied on a boy named Trent and I when she was going through tough situations. Trent was Clarity's best friend, but I could tell that he cared loved her, which is why I liked him so much. As Clarity got older, our bond was stronger than ever. My life as being called Molly ended when Clarity crashed her car, but luckily she was not injured so I could find her in another life. The many other lives I have had were full of wonderful experiences. I was so grateful to have spent the rest of my lives with my girl Clarity and her husband Trent. Later on, I served many people after Clarity left, but I always kept her in mind and greatly missed her. After I died, I felt something that I never felt

“The time I have eagerly waited for has come here I am pinning my hair up, and putting my long black robe on. Looking into the mirror I smile at myself and think about all the times I would constantly tell myself I am capable of doing much more than what they say I can and I here proving them wrong, my mother rushes in to tell me it’s time to head over to the ceremony. Unfortunately, my father might not make it because of the fact he is working late and will not make it back in time. When we arrived, I walked over to my seat and took my position, it was a bittersweet moment, but surely my father would be immensely proud of my accomplishment tonight. During the ceremony, I feel my stomach turning and my heart beating

I walked to work trying to keep a decent pace for my weary body, while my mind raced with excitement. How lucky was I? I was going to marry and have a child with James Abby a wealthy kind man, while I was a poor factory worker! Although we had only known each other for a short amount of time, I knew he was the one. We met when I started working at his factory a few months back after I left the coal mines. He treats me so well, he occasionally gets frustrated with me, but it’s only because I am uneducated. Back in the coal mines men would take advantage of me every day, but James actually cares for me. I was snapped out of my deep thinking when I saw James walking into the factory building. I sped up as fast as my hurting body would let me and

While I was sitting in that hospital bed, it made me think about a lot of things. From how lucky I was, to how bad I felt about wrecking into those kids. I was taken back to do some testing, to see if anything was internally wrong with me. Awaiting my results, as I was sitting in that hospital bed, there was a knock on the door. A man, standing 5’9” tall and wearing BDU pants. He worked at Mayes County Jail, his name is Dereck Davis and he is my boyfriend. The moment he walked through that hospital room door, my eyes lit up and I realized that as cliche as it sounds, he was the one for me. He is my soulmate. He’s the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with; He’s my other half. After he left the hospital, knowing that I was okay, my mother told me that he’s never seen me look at anyone or anything like I looked at him when he walked through the door. Almost 4 years later, we are still just as in love as we were on December 10,

To this day i tell my friends, i knew immediately after making eye contact with this unknown man, i was meant to spend the rest of my life with him. Surprisingly ,he felt the same way about me. We went to have a torrential romance of over four years. I was still struggling, trying to figured out my identity, this made me an unstable partner. The relationship ended when He called me to tell me he has gotten married, and he was going to be a father. While i was listening to his voice telling me the news, my heart stopped for a minute and memories of us, wandering around the black hills of south dakota flashed in front of me, followed by the image of us counting the stars while we told each other our deepest secrets. I also saw my dreams and hopes grumbling in slow motion as he spoke. I am not sure what happened next. I remember waking up the next morning thinking I could never find love again. As the months went by the pain was less palpable, my mind became clear, so did the memories. I remember when we went skiing; and he needed to cry out my name but he didn’t. I remember every time we said goodbye at the airport, he never said my name. I was not able to recall a single time when he called out my

It was a cold winter morning as my mother and father rushed into the local hospital; my mother was about to have her first child. My mother was sure she would have the daughter she dreamed of. She was supposed to be named Catherine, but my mother would not get a daughter, instead she got a healthy baby boy, but after hours of labor, she did not care what the baby was, as long as it was in her arms and not inside of her. My parents did have a plan if I was a guy; I was to be James Martin Milleville, a name that now outlines me in almost every capacity.

When the rings were exchanged, I witnessed the biggest smile I had ever seen on my Dad’s face. It was an even more confusing feeling for me to come to terms with which eventually moved me to tears. In a way it was like I had held him back in some way from this happiness. This happiness that I felt like didn’t include me

Yeah, I don’t really know what I am doing with myself anymore. When we started dating I was confused and scared. I pushed you away. I know and I feel horrible about it. I didn’t mean to but I just didn’t know how to express my feelings for you and I don’t do well with embarrassment or compliments. And It’s easy for me to get embarrassed when someone I like says something nice to me or about me. Later on I heard that you had done some unfavorable things to people I was close to and I became conflicted. Then my friend told me that he wished for me to break up with you. We talk often about me breaking up with you. People thought that I didn’t really love you, to be honest I wasn’t really sure if I loved you. Then thanksgiving came around and I couldn’t see you or talk to you everyday, so I wished to see you everyday. Though that didn’t come through because I ignored you. Though it wasn’t intentional at first as time passed I was afraid of answering you because I didn’t know what to say. I stopped talking because you insisted on buying me a Christmas gift. Which is a nice gesture but I didn’t want you to buy me anything because I was fine with just having you. The last day we were together Jaden said you were upset with me and I understood why I mean I did ignore you that that hurt you so much. But when you said you would ignore me the rest of the day it made me really upset, Instead of being mature and ignoring that comment since I knew you weren’t going to

In early 1977, the world as I knew it was slowly dissolving. My beloved grandfather became gravely ill, and transgressed to the next realm in August of 1981. This was a very dark difficult period for my family. The happiest days of my life were spent with my grandparents. It became extremely difficult to concentrate and control my emotions during this period. On June 6, 1984, the joy of my life was birthed into this world, my son. His birth signaled a new journey for me, setting a solid foundation for the rest of my life. I was a newly minted wife and mother with different responsibilities for the care and lives of two other people. This foundation helped me to deal with the blow of my grandmother transgressing from brain cancer less than one month after the birth of my son. My