Psychic or Psychotic - You Decide

I have always loved the idea of marriage, or maybe romanticized the concept. I’m not exactly sure. I do know that I wanted to be happily married with 2.5 children, living in the house with the white picket fence and a dog. At the ripe old age of eighteen I married my high school sweetheart. I think I chose to marry this young man because his parents had been happily married for twenty years – and they are still happily married today. I was, and remain, in awe of their relationship. I had hoped that their son had taken lessons from his parents, but alas he did not. I should have known from the wedding that our union was destined to fail. One month before our nuptials I had a dream that the florists forgot our flowers and postponed our wedding. I actually even expressed my concerns about this haunting foreshadowing two weeks before the wedding. We all had a chuckle about it since it was perceived as bridal jitters. The morning of our big day we patiently waited for our flowers to arrive. Guess what? They did in fact forget them. I honestly believe that I should have been forewarned of the inevitable destruction of my first marriage.

I waited a full seven years before I finally decided to marry again. Yet again I should have known on my wedding day that this union was also destined to fail. We decided to be wed on his parents’ property, and let me inject here that his parents have been married over fifty years. When I arrived to take our vows I found my groom’s hand wrapped in a large wad of gauze. The night before, he had cut every finger of his right hand on a large butcher knife. I came this-close to running far away during our vows. Again I chalked this feeling up to jitters. Again my second marriage turned sour and we divorced ten years later.

The lesson I have learned is that, if I ever decide to take the plunge again, I will run screaming from my groom if everything is not perfect. My current boyfriend and I have discussed getting married but I am still reluctant. Third time could be a charm, but it could also be three strikes and you’re out for life. I might add that his parents have also been happily married for over fifty years. Maybe I should just steal the fathers away from their wives and finally have my “happily, ever-after!”