by Edwina Carol
Mystery about the bliss or not of marriage
The Thirteenth Year|
Uncertainty is what the feeling of the day is as I sip my coffee and listen to the news of the day. It’s overcast and It is expected to rain amidst high temperatures as we near the closing of July of 2015. A very eventful month even today the thirteenth marriage anniversary. It feels strange today, absent of all of the excitement, not even a happy anniversary upon rising. I like the aura of the unknown, and the fact that we did not meet with the same old routines and rituals which are symbols of just going through the motions. I feel a shift in the energy though hidden, making it hard to discern if it is a negative or positive shift. My face is not smiling and my heart did not leap as I rose. The half hug was routine and so was the peck on the cheek. Where did the excitement go and when did the everyday greeting rituals become just a mundane routine?
|The complications of the wedding day was set for this wedding as any other. The clocked ticked louder in the head of the bride although she remained steadfast in ignoring her preparations to help everyone else get ready. Her mother and two of her siblings arrived the night before. The same two that needed her hand holding their whole lives. They all failed to mention that they needed to go to the mall to get the necessary items that would make their attire complete. It was an afternoon wedding and at ten, the bride to be was escorting people to the mall. She had everything that she needed except hair and makeup. This shouldn't