I hadn’t thought about who was going to walk me down the aisle... probably because I didn't think I would be. And I don’t even mean just today.
I was asked once on a drunken girls night with my best friend what I would do since my ‘dad is a spinless, dickless d**k’, her drunken words that made me laugh hysterically and nearly fall off the bar stool.
“I’ll just elope so they can have something else to whinge about.” I’d answered, we cheered and that was the only thought.
Once again, I never really thought about IF I would get married. Maybe I realized I would sprint a mile or sabotage before then. It was only about six months ago it was pointed out that I did that with all my other boyfriends.
It was probably why I pushed to move in with Paul, desperate to prove them, and me, wrong.
