I thought it would be worse than this. It really wasn’t as bad as they said it would be. I was content if not happy and he did not talk much but I suppose he was alright too. We had an understanding; which was helping us stay together in ways a love marriage never could.
You know how it feels when you’re having a deja vu? That’s how I felt when Timothy and I first saw each other. I was at a lounge with a potential suitor and he was sitting at the other side of the room. As our eyes met, I felt like I’d known him all my life – albeit in another world/life.
My date and I walked over to the bar. We settled on some bar stools and made small talks as the waiter prepared our drinks. Tim walked towards us and introduced himself, “Hi, my name is Tim and I would love to steal you from this boring gentleman”.
We were shocked into silence for at least a minutes. I recovered first and asked him haughtily, “And what makes you think I’m bored?” “Well…you must be because I’m the most interesting man in this place”, he replied.
That was how I was sucked into being Mrs Timothy Blainsfield. Tim was charming, attentive and if he wasn’t handsome in the classical term of the word, he was confident enough to be considered attractive.
They say the hottest love has the coldest end and how true it was for us. He proposed after only 2 months of our first meeting and we were married a week later. Our parents, friends and well wishers advised us to take our time but we didn’t listen; we were in love.
Little did we know that love was not enough.