I fell in love at first sight. Probably not surprising, to be honest. He’s incredibly charismatic, incredibly handsome, and made me feel like the princess I never knew I wanted to be.
We married. God, what a day. Jokes from the priest, tears from the groom, and oh but how I loved him.
And then The Pizza Incident happened. Two and a half months after we married I was begging him to leave the apartment. To leave me alone. To never, ever, ever speak to me again.
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