I stood there listening to the organ play, still unsure if I wanted to go through it. When we moved in together the year before I was very much in love. At least I thought I was.
In that year she had taken my love as a sign of weakness; that I’d do anything for her, no matter if I wanted to or not. Instead of the a loving fiance I thought she was, she had turned into a mother figure. Telling me what to do and say. Not wanting to go through life alone, I obeyed just like a child would.
The organist played Here Comes the Bride and I got a lump in my throat. My body shaking while my voice barely a whisper in reciting our vows. Somewhere inside me I knew we would part someday, and I would come to my senses. But not on our wedding day.