To the Man who Promised me Happily Ever After

I’m not happy. In fact, I am miserable. My heart is breaking more and more each day. I thought that in our marriage, I’d fall in love with you more as the days turned to weeks to months to years, but it’s the complete opposite. I am liking you less and less. I’ve lost pretty much all respect for you. I don’t even know how much longer I can tolerate you. 

Yes, you’re awesome in some ways. And at times you’re tentative, caring and thoughtful but more often than not you’re mean, rude, insulting, messy and demanding with a potty mouth. I hate that about you. You curse like a sailor. You curse at everyone with no regards to age or relation. You are a hypocrite. You are selfish and a liar. You constantly belittle me telling me just how useless and unproductive you think I am. You won’t let me go after my dreams or encourage me to realize and set goals. I must do what you think is worthwhile. You make fun of me letting me know just what you think of my past. And it isn’t anything good. You do not treat me like your wife who’s an equal but like a maid and a puppet whom you can cast aside at your leisure. 

You think that you’ve saved me from a meaningless life. You think you’ve given me purpose and reason. Well, you haven’t. My life was fine the way it was. I was single but I had friends and family who supported me through trials and triumphs. I had goals, I had potential, I had fun. I laughed wholeheartedly. I slept alone but didn’t cry myself to sleep most nights like I’ve been doing. I didn’t have a love interest but at least I had love in my life. 

Love & Marriage (part 1)

If I were to be honest, I’d have to say that marriage isn’t completely as I expected it to be. And sometimes, after a really long day, I think that it’s more trouble than it’s worth. But only sometimes. That’s still bad though, I suppose.

I’ve learned that in marriage there are unwritten rules and regulations that don’t always apply to both parties involved. Also that compromise and compassion go a long way. And sometimes it’s best to just bite the tongue rather than speak the words that are floating in the mind.

Marriage is a partnership in which love alone will not survive for all of eternity. It requires respect, honor, trust, and a sense of self and belonging. It should allow room for growth and self development.  It is sacred and should be treated as such.

Prisoner in My Own Home

I used to think love would set me free
Marriage was promising
Vows said would forever be sacred
Ensuring a bond sure to last a lifetime
Happily ever after guaranteed
A soul mate would never disappoint
But now I see just how wrong I was
Blind in lust, affection and was it actually love?
I didn’t stop to think of possible outcome
What would be the consequences
Because of choices I was making
Now with a band on my finger
I ponder if I’ve made the right decisions
I love him; I wanna be far from him
I can’t imagine life without him
I want to run away
I am lost; I’ve been found
I have no voice
At least none that can be heard
My likes and hobbies matter no more
That which is of interest to me
Is something trivial and stupid for him
Life was good before
Is it better now
Or is it worse
‘Cause at times I’m feeling like
A prisoner in my own home.

Love at Last & its Side Effects

I must say that I was so naive back when I thought I was in love. Of course I’ve come to realize that my past affairs were not love but lust, infatuation, misguided trust, undeserved respect, faithfulness and time wasted on undeserving individuals. 

Now, being happily married (knock on wood), I see just what love is all about. I cannot imagine a life without my wonderful significant other. This man has brightened my days and lit up my nights with the stars that are in his eyes. He makes me grin ear to ear, laugh out loud, dream of greater things and desire to be someone better. With him by my side, I feel I can accomplish plenty and reach goals I set long ago. 

He is very compassionate, caring, attentive and a truly amazing human being. He’s dedicated, determined and just plain awesome. 

I feel blessed to have him as my life partner, father of the children we will some day have, and the man that I am going to share the rest of my days and nights with. 

I pray that we never part ways, we always have room to forgive one another’s error (because no one is perfect), and that we have many decades of wedded bliss; happy, healthy, together and always and forever in love with one another.

Wedding Planning Dilemma 

So I’m super excited about my upcoming wedding and even though it’s a financial struggle, I’m still hoping that by some miracle my fiancé and I are able to have the wedding of our dreams. Well, probably won’t be the wedding of our dreams, but as close to it as possible.  The bumps along the way are not so much due to the financial burdens but people burdens.  

I’ve got a self nominated best man and maid of honor, bridesmaids that are not of my choosing, traditions I don’t care to uphold and a guest list that’s way too long for my liking. 

Weddings are supposed to be an amazing and memorable once in a lifetime event. The planning is supposed to be fun, adventurous and full of laughter and smiles.  There should be tears of joy and dress fittings with my best friends. For me, however, it’s tears of frustration and sorrow; constant betrayal by those who are supposed to love me and backstabbing by those who claim to want what’s best for me.  

There’s 1 month and 1 week left until my wedding day and instead of filling the days with wedding things a bride-to-be should be doing while enjoying every moment of it, I’m wasting minutes, hours, days (that have turned into weeks) trying to please everyone. People that didn’t ask my opinion or seek an approval about their wedding plans are expecting me to do as they say with no questions asked. 

I get sad and then I get mad. I’m going out of my mind. Enough so that I just wanna disappear. And I’m dreading the actual wedding. And it’s not fair. So without intending to offend anyone or pull a bridezilla… This is my wedding. I’m the bride. I am paying for this wedding along with my fiancé. If I’m not mistaken, it should be our choice what/who we want and how we want it. The colors, dress, shoes, hair/make-up, flowers and everything else pertaining to all aspects of a wedding are up for not only a discussion but debate as well. And it’s a debate I’m bound to lose. Because I’m a softy at heart; because I’d hate to make someone cry; because I hate it when there’s conflicts… I’m going to probably move to the side and watch my wedding be planned as I don’t see it fit. And on the day of, I will cry. My heart will break. My mood will be gloomy and cranky. I will not enjoy any moment of my wedding. I will regret the fact that decisions weren’t mine. I will hate myself more. 

This makes me wanna cry. Correction… This is making me cry.  And again, these are tears of despair not joy.  

Yup, I can definitely understand the decision to elope. Maybe… Just maybe that’s what we’ll do. But I couldn’t be a jerk to my fiancé. He deserves a nice happy wedding. Once in a lifetime awesome wedding. He’s looking forward to it as much as I am if not more. 

And I want a wedding. I want the dress, the shoes, some of the traditions… I have been dreaming of my wedding for so long… I don’t want anything or anyone to ruin it. But I think it’s too late already. I sure hope that’s not the case. 

Countdown to Wedded Bliss

With less than 2 months to go, I’m getting real anxious yet at the same time really excited about my upcoming wedding. I’m stuck on the color and the theme, haven’t found the perfect dress yet, and am going crazy when calculating expenses. We are definitely over budget. How do I have an awesome once in a lifetime day without going coo-koo or sacrificing too much? 

Love is a Battlefield 

If there’s a thing or two I’ve learned about love, it’s that it’s definitely a place where compromise, understanding and compassion come into great use. It isn’t easy like you fall in love and that’s a guaranteed happily ever after. No, to get to this happily ever after, not one, but two have to be willing, giving and receiving. And there must be no room for intruders or those who wish to wreck what the couple’s trying to build. Otherwise, there will be lost love.