marriage
Marriage is not so much a word as it is a sentence–a life sentence.
THE WEDDING
Today was the day for the couple Mr. Neou and Mrs. Msii to get married. I am not calling them Mr. Neou and Mrs. Msii because they are not yet married. Mrs. Msii invited her nieces to become her bride. She also invited her little brothers to become her grooms.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Humans
Forgive Me, Father
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Is - is that how I'm supposed to do this?" The voice coming through the screen of the confessional was high and quavering. I wondered what had brought such an elderly soul to confession for what certainly seemed like the first time.
By Rebecca Hansen5 years ago in Humans
Marriage and Dishwashers
There is a school of thought about marriage that says arguments are a healthy and normal part of relationships. As stupid as this sounds, because it certainly sounds stupid to me, there is an underlying logic. This logic is not without merit, but it fails to account for priorities.
By Michael Van Haney5 years ago in Humans
5 Signs Your Wife Wants A Divorce (And How To Prevent It)
5 Signs Your Wife Wants A Divorce (And How To Prevent It) If your marriage is 'on the rocks' and you're worried that your spouse is thinking about asking for a divorce, then this article is for you. I'll explain a few signs to look for that indicate your wife is thinking about divorce, and I'll tell you how to stop it and how to begin repairing your marriage.
By Healh and Wealth5 years ago in Humans
Marriage is for Men
If you grew up in the 90s or earlier, you were sold a singular story about what it means to be a woman. That story tethered a woman’s worth and happiness to love, marriage, and family. Nearly every TV show, song, and movie told this story; we were sold this narrative from thousands of different angles, but make no mistake – it is the same story.
By Heather Orr5 years ago in Humans
Equation
“I am so glad you could meet me for dinner.” Jon had just sat down and was busy getting himself comfortable while looking around the dimly lit, dark brown wood finished dining room of the Italian Villa Restaurant. Once he was in the zone he answered his sister, Angie in a cheery tone, “Thanks for inviting me.” He paused but before she could answer he continued, “It has been some time since I have been here. Place doesn’t seem to have changed much.”
By V. H. Eberle5 years ago in Humans
What have you bought now?
The woman behind the counter at the post office was in a foul mood that day. I gave her my slip and asked her how her day was. She grunted and walked off to get whatever had arrived then handed me a rectangular shaped brown paper package with something hard in it and addressed to my husband.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite5 years ago in Humans
Dream Date
Dream Date In 1996, I met my best friend who became my husband, and this man has had my attention from day one. Now, they say "fairytales" do come true, I believe it because my life has been a fairytale since 1996 never a dull moment. Allow me to tell you about my fairytale life, dream date, and a glass of merlot.
By Lillie Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Danny's Advise
I just married a good, bad man. I look down at the massive set of diamonds on my finger and suddenly have a pressing desire to see my new husband. He had urgent business to attend to immediately after the wedding, three days ago and I haven’t seen him for more than a few hours since then. There is no question about a honeymoon, as we are on a space station and there is nowhere to go. It was a whirlwind courtship and a very quick marriage proposal, once I tested positive for a high possibility to bear children. I had always been taken care of by my parents or their servants up to three days ago. Now Marcus will take care of me. I’d known Marcus since we were kids and he always treated me with respect and kindness. I grab my brown handmade sweater that I had just finished knitting, and head for the shop where I hope to surprise my husband, by taking him out for lunch.
By Tanis Armstrong5 years ago in Humans
LBD
The black or the brown? Claire stood in the section of the closet that Clive had assigned to her. The house had been a new build and the master bedroom’s design included two large walk-ins: one for him and one for her. Claire resented the fact that Clive’s athletic wear had migrated to what should have been her closet. She kicked at one of his running shoes, imagining the scent of sweat and dirt wafting from it and permeating her clothes with its aggressive stink.
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Humans





