Hola!
I made a promise to myself to write down the dreams I've had for future entertainment, so here's the first one.
I was engaged with my ex whom I haven't really spoken to in 2 years apart from when we bumped into each other a year ago whereby he asked me if I wanted to marry him. Yeah we were broken up and it didn't work out, but we should get married anyway. Those were his words. I just shrugged and said yes.
Half a year passed by without contact and we were supposed to get married in 2 weeks. So I called him casually and he did all the talking again saying we'll be fine, the marriage is absolutely still on. So I went wedding dress shopping alone and got a cheap one and proceeded with getting it all done.
Two days before the wedding the guests already arrived and I was running up and down getting the tables ready, making sure the decorations are in order. The pillows haven't arrived yet (wtf?!) which was stressing me out because I needed those pillows. None of my friends were there, but I figured that they'd be there the day of wedding itself. There were already about 300 people there I didn't know, but they all seemed to be from the same hispanic family and they were always staring at me... Then I saw my to be husband and I was now really in doubt whether I wanted the wedding to happen or not. I didn't want to be twenty something and already divorced, but what if this was my only chance of getting married?! I needed that experience! He had his hair done and it kinda looked from the back like he was wearing a wig, but yet it was better than his usual hairdo so I was fine, I just hoped he'll have this the entire marriage because I could not handle to be with someone with his usual hairdo. Questions raised in my head such as do people really get married for love or for the price discounts in life? I wanted the discount... But I also wanted a happy marriage filled with love. That last one I wasn't going to get with him. He walked passed me at first, then turned around and said the wedding is on. And they were having a cheese fondue at his parents place the next day, so I should join. This freaked me out because for one thing I don't like cheese, and the second I don't get along with his mom at all and always feel outside of my comfort zone over there. Plus I still had so much to do for Sunday, the actual day of the wedding. So I said I had a shitload to do still, can't he see that?! Yes I was being bitchy, but I also figured why the hell not? I was a bride to a horrible person who never helped me, so I may play the bride-zilla card. He left then and I saw one of my friends arriving. Apparently it's Sunday already and the pillows are still not here. Guess I'll have to do without the pillows (still wtf?!). I started talking to her about my doubts but she wasn't hearing it. All I got was compliments on the venue and how pretty it all looked. I still had to get changed because I was wearing a cocktail dress. I wanted to look pretty while decorating the place (yeah, this really is sooooo me...). So I headed to the room prepared for me to get ready. I put on my wedding dress and hated it. I looked fat in it and it was uncomfortable and itchy and very tacky. Why was I going through with this? I didn't even know this person anymore... Though I didn't think he would have a changed at all in 2 years... He never really did. And where are my parents? Then I realized I forgot to tell them about it because in a place in my head I still thought this was a big joke. Oh shit...
Then I woke up. And the weird thing is when I woke up I actually smelled him. Freaky, but thankfully that didn't last long.
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Apparently wedding pillows are a thing though ;-)
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