YourDreamGirl
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The ceremony went off without a hitch and the reception was half way done so I took the time to slip out of my dress and into my honeymoon gown; something a bit shorter, less poofy and way easier to dance in. By the time I had gotten back to the reception my new husband had already slipped away. No doubt a bit tipsy and hopefully not fooling around with his best friend Sara. He swore over and over again that nothing had ever happened between them but that was hard for me to believe with as many questionable situations I had found them in.
After checking the entire party for him I stumble my way out to the parking lot, admitting I was a little more buzzed than I would like to let on. When I see the my husband's bow tie hanging from a limo door the first thing I can think is that I've finally caught him screwing around and on today of all days. As soon as I near the car the door it shuts rapidly.
I hear an all too familiar voice coming from the vehicle. Not the one I had expected but more shockingly it was my mother explaining how my wedding day, MY wedding day meant nothing to her and wouldn't change their sexual relationship.
Now the fact that she talked my father into renting out a cabin for the bride and groom's family for the next few days made sense.
I stormed back into the reception in search of a tall glass of champagne when my new brother-in-law asks me to dance. For a split second I entertain the idea of taking advantage of my husband's much more dashing and a little older brother. I've heard the stories about him and I know he's nothing more than womanizing playboy but I'm not wanting to marry the guy. I just want to use him to get back at his brother.
After checking the entire party for him I stumble my way out to the parking lot, admitting I was a little more buzzed than I would like to let on. When I see the my husband's bow tie hanging from a limo door the first thing I can think is that I've finally caught him screwing around and on today of all days. As soon as I near the car the door it shuts rapidly.
I hear an all too familiar voice coming from the vehicle. Not the one I had expected but more shockingly it was my mother explaining how my wedding day, MY wedding day meant nothing to her and wouldn't change their sexual relationship.
Now the fact that she talked my father into renting out a cabin for the bride and groom's family for the next few days made sense.
I stormed back into the reception in search of a tall glass of champagne when my new brother-in-law asks me to dance. For a split second I entertain the idea of taking advantage of my husband's much more dashing and a little older brother. I've heard the stories about him and I know he's nothing more than womanizing playboy but I'm not wanting to marry the guy. I just want to use him to get back at his brother.
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