He found a minister the next day and had even purchased the wedding rings.
I deliberately wore black for my legal wedding as for me it was my funeral day. Sorrow settled in my heart. No wedding planning, no white dress, no wedding cake, no smell of wedding flowers, no church and wedding reception. Why was
I doing this and why did this happen to me? Standing in front of the minister and the man I loathed from the bottom of my heart, I blinked back the hot tears trying desperately to escape from my eyes. I stared at the man who looked so happy and satisfied. A gush of pain swept over me when I realized he did not understand the wedding vows he was repeating for the minister. It truly was a mockery of marriage and the union of two people into one. Ironically, the ring was too tight for me and did not fit and his was so big that it slipped off his finger. That night was supposed to be my honeymoon. The groom decided to leave for Abbotsford. His mission was accomplished.

It was understandable that I should move out of my parent's house since I was married. I was to begin a new life with my husband who had responsibilities towards his child and me. I went "home" hunting with my sister. I was constantly nauseated from my pregnancy and felt sick walking in the hot sun. At last, we found an apartment that fell within my budget. Love and compassion filled my sister's heart and she decided to move out along with me since I would not be in touch with my husband who worked out of town. She became my pillar in times when I needed support, emotionally, mentally and financially.

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