Have I Married The Wrong Person?

Did I marry impulsively? Let’s found out in my story.

It was a cold, lonely night at the park when I met Joan before we got married. She was a tall woman with golden locks, porcelain skin, and a body that other persons would die to have. I did not pay attention to her too much when I saw her from a distance because… well, I never had any luck with a person that gorgeous before.

It was a cold, lonely night at the park when I met Joan before we got hitched. She was a tall woman with golden locks, porcelain skin, and a body that other people would die to have. I did not pay attention to her too much when I saw her from a distance because… well, I never had any luck with a person that gorgeous before. Neither did I imagine getting hitched to someone as beautiful as her.

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My Life As An Army Soldier

I am an amputee now, you see. My legs had to be cut off clean when an improvised explosive device (IED) exploded during one of my duties as an army soldier in Afghanistan. They could have been saved if I got treated immediately. I can tell you that I am not an easy type of individual, which is probably why I married quickly when I saw Elle.

This is why I wondered if my wife would ask herself, “Have I not married the right person?”

Is She The Right One For Me?

Had my new legless situation ever wrongly depressed me somehow?

Technically, no.

Dating the Wrong Person?

Initially, when I met Elle, the one I married, I wondered if I married the wrong person.

The only thing that made me sad one too many times was that it became extremely challenging to find a woman who would want to date me, more so marry me. Thus, I’m pulling the marriage topic back to that eventful night that led to why I got married.

I was deep in my thoughts in front of the artificial river when some person fake-coughed behind me. When I looked around, I saw that same gorgeous person smiling at me.

Joan was a funny and insightful person. Her personality was enlightening so I did not notice that we had been talking until midnight. On our way out, I took a chance and asked for Joan’s number.

Sadly, Joan replied, “As much as I want to continue communicating with you, my work visa will expire in less than a month. I will have to go back to Sweden, so we may not meet again.”

That stumped me. Sweden would be easy to visit, but long travels were a bit personally troublesome in my current physical state. Still, I insisted on staying in touch with Joan and seeing that person again for the remainder of her time in the country.

The Proposal

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On Joan’s last week in the US, we were both sad and quiet because of her impending departure. Then, one night, it just occurred to me to ask for her hand in marriage so she could stay here for good. I was super nervous as I planned my marriage proposal, but I became the happiest man on earth when she said yes to marrying me. So we got married and I never imagined asking myself one day if I married the right person.

We got married at a chapel and fixed her papers.

Meeting My Family Once And For All As My Wife

Marriage And Family

I honestly believed that Joan and I would live happily ever after marriage. We settled her documentation first, which was a breeze. Once that was done, I finally brought my newly married bride to my childhood home so that she could meet my parents and two older sisters. This was the right person, I thought to myself.

That’s when things began to unravel. My family was initially shocked about my rash decision on getting married, but I explained that I married out of love. My sisters tried everything to make Joan feel welcomed after we got married, and I was glad to see Joan seemingly getting along with them as my married wife.

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When we went home that night, though, my newly married wife could not stop talking about my sisters’ gold accessories. She was like, “Did you see that 5-carat diamond on Elle’s finger? Oh, my!” or “I love Cece’s necklace!”

I did not think much about it, but it made me want to buy all those things for Joan. A few days later, though, the entire family was out for lunch because my eldest sister, Elle, wanted to celebrate our marriage. Elle was an old-fashioned person and brought cash everywhere instead of a credit card.

Was my wife awfully accused? No, she wasn’t.

We were all having fun and making jokes when Elle rummaged in her bag for the money and came up with half the amount she brought. She said she lost one thousand bucks. We eventually informed a staff about it as my sister insisted that she had the money when we all sat down. There was a CCTV camera close to us, and a manager invited us to their security room to see a footage personally. Unfortunately for me, the video showed my new wife reaching into my sister’s bag while chatting away and bundling it up and putting it in her back pocket.

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So, as it turned out, I  married the wrong person. I realized I didn’t know this woman that I stayed with.

NOTE: Please be informed that this is the first part of a two-part blog about how I am married to the wrong person.

Stay tuned on how we resolved the matter.

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