MY WEDDING-or dream


I was so bone tired after work yesterday I went to bed early.

I didn’t get any sleep because I was in pain. I hurt my toe. 🤦‍♀️😂

I finally get into a deep pain free sleep and Daisy had to wake me up.

I exploded. I was so tired and frustrated. I closed the door and went back to sleep.

I dreamt of my wedding.

It was a disaster!

M had the gall to be upset with me because I was moving on. That I was tired of being second in his life.

“You have the nerve!” I cried, “I was the one who never forgot about you, Who never stopped thinking about you. You forgot about me. You moved on. Married. Had children. Built a life without me! Now when I want to be happy you decide you want me. No! You don’t get me.”

“You don’t love him” M shouted.

“And maybe I didn’t love you.”

M recoiled as if I slapped him. “You don’t mean that” he whispered.

“You never loved me. You never did” I glared at him.

M reached for me. “I love you, I will always love you. If marrying this guy makes you happy I will do everything I can to make that happen.” He pressed a kiss against my forehead “I never want us to be apart”

“What?! What are you saying”

M smoothed my hair from my face, and gazed into my eyes “marry him. Do what needs to be done. But you’re mine. I love you. I want to grow old with you. Share your sunsets with you. Until that happens do what needs to be done to make you happy”

M insisted my wedding be on his ranch. He paid for everything. My friends were there. I don’t know why my Russian customers were there. There were cats roaming around-a prank by a cousin. My dress was missing. Sabotage by my disapproving parents.

I was panicking. Until a white limo pulled up and one of my friends climbed out with a celebrity make up artist and stylist.

My new wedding gown was indigo.

M walked me down the aisle to Martina mcBride’s “I have been blessed”

Then I woke up.

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