And I’m married to him. Legally married to him. It’s not just a play or a dare. I wish this were just a joke so I could get on with my life.
Neither do I know how we got married; worse is that we asked a random stranger to be our witness.
Damn, that liquor must have hit so hard.
“But that’s the guy who said I was fat.”
“That is the least of our concerns now,” he said.
I glared at him. Of course, an insult to me is of little concern to him because he is concerned that he married a nobody, a chubby girl who is unemployed and relies on her friend’s assistance.
I can’t believe how this happened. I’ve been drunk before, but not like this. Let’s get married drunk l
“Do you remember his face?” he asked.
I lick my lips as I try to remember what happened last night. I’m no
