Standing at the altar stood the groom. 
Just the groom, no overly scented flowers or outrageously expensive wedding party. Guests, what few were allowed, sat in the back of the church. Down the aisle walked, with all the grace and beauty expected, the bride. They joined hands, made vows, and began their journey, their walk, their marriage- just the bride and the groom together. 

This was not an erotic piece at all. I didn’t feel it with this prompt.  Instead, I tried to make a statement. I actually attempted to put some meaning into my work. A woman at work recently left her husband. There were a lot of problems in their marriage and most of it stemmed from his family constantly being involved in their life. If she did something wrong, she heard it from her husband, her mother in law, and her father in law. Her family doesn’t live here so she was alone among all of these jerks (You’ll have to trust me…they are jerks).  They never had a marriage that was just this. It was as if she married his parents and his brother and all the baggage that came with all of them. I am a firm believer in family. Nothing is more important to me than my family. I may get extremely irritated with my little brother and want to shake him until his teeth fall out of his head, but if he needed me I’d be there in a heartbeat.  But there are boundaries… anyway… there’s my entry for the week. Now check out some really good ones!

Lillie McFerrin Writes
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