You wake up at 9 a.m. on a warm Saturday, eagerly anticipating your first cousin’s wedding. Meanwhile, the sun filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. You’ve chosen the perfect gift for the groom—a luxurious L’Oréal moisturizer and sophisticated Calvin Klein Eternity cologne. You’ve also carefully planned the informal introduction of your girlfriend to the family. Excitement fills the air. It’s been seven years since the last family wedding, and today promises to be special.
Then the phone rings. Your girlfriend, Louise, is on the line. Her voice delivers news that shatters you. Each word slices through you like a blade. You sit in stunned silence. The chair feels suddenly too hard beneath you. Your heart races, and your mouth dries up. For a moment, you wonder; was she joking? No, her tone confirms it. She won’t be attending. Your chance to prove you’re independent—capable of handling your own affairs without your Auntie’s help—vanishes into thin air.
Menawhile, throughout the morning, cousins inquire eagerly about your sweetheart, emboldened by your earlier assurances. How will you explain her absence this time? The excuse of a serious flu used at the last family gathering won’t suffice today.
Later, during the ceremony, seated beside downsized Uncle Craig and unemployed Cousin Mark, you sense their unspoken doubts. These mirror your own internal turmoil as you watch the bride glide down the aisle.
As the vows begin, you drift into thoughts of how to face Aunt Mercy’s inevitable scrutiny. Perhaps you could disappear into the crowd and avoid her questioning gaze until the end. The words “in sickness and health, till death do us part” echo through the church, met with jubilation. Yet, between your uncle and cousin’s laughter, a painful remark is made: “Marry a real person, not an imagined one.” The barb pierces deeper than intended.
Emotions churn within you—embarrassment, disappointment, and nagging uncertainty about your relationship’s future. You had envisioned your girlfriend fitting seamlessly into your family, a belief rooted in the early days of your undergraduate romance. Now, four years later, you find yourself still crafting ways to avoid Aunt Mercy’s inquiries.
Reflecting on the day’s events, you resolve this cannot happen again. If she truly values your relationship, you need to talk about the future. “Are you sure you want to wait any longer?” Margaret asks. Suddenly, fear grips you. Could you have wasted four years waiting for something that won’t happen? Margaret was the only family member who believed Louise existed and supported you through the ups and downs. Her doubt, however, momentarily sobers you.
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