It was a cold, lonely night at the park when I met Joan. She was a tall woman with golden locks, porcelain skin, and a body that others 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 someone that gorgeous before.
I am an amputee, 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 them immediately. Alas, we were hours away from the medics when it happened, so the doctors had no choice but to amputate my legs and send me home.
Had my new situation ever depressed me? Technically, no. It occurred while I was serving my country; it felt like a better way to lose my legs than by having them sawed off due to a disease. At least, I arrived back in the US as a hero, and then I got to get my bachelor’s degree and open my restaurant.
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. Thus, I’m pulling the topic back to that eventful night.
I was deep in my thoughts in front of the artificial river when someone fake-coughed behind me. When I looked around, I saw that same gorgeous woman smiling at me. After exchanging names and pleasantries, Joan sat down next to me for a chat.
Joan was funny and insightful, so I did not notice that we had been talking until midnight. We would have stayed there until the morning if the park keepers did not ask us to leave so that they could clean the entire place. On our way out, I took a chance and asked for Joan’s number. She approached me first and did not seem to mind my disability, so I thought – hoped – that I had a shot with her.
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 troublesome in my current physical state. Still, I insisted on staying in touch with Joan and seeing her again for the remainder of her time in the country.
So, Joan and I met every day in the next few weeks. We would go on dates everywhere and get to know each other better. Soon enough, I found myself falling in love with her.
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 proposal, but I became the happiest man on earth when she said yes. We got married at a chapel and fixed her papers the next day.
Marriage And Family
I honestly believed that Joan and I would live happily ever after. We settled her documentation first, which was a breeze. Once that’s done, I finally brought my new bride to my childhood home so that she could meet my parents and two older sisters.
That’s when things began to unravel. My family was initially shocked about my rash decision, but I explained that I did it out of love, so they forgave me at once. My sisters tried everything to make Joan feel welcomed, and I was glad to see Joan seemingly getting along with them.
When we went home that night, though, my new 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! Where do you think she got that?”
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 wedding. Elle was old-fashioned, so she always brought cash everywhere instead of a credit card.
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. It was enough to cover our bill, but everyone panicked because $1,000 was still too much to lose, no matter how rich you might be.
The entire family began looking everywhere. We eventually informed the staff about it as my sister insisted that she had the money when we all sat down. Luckily for Elle, there was a CCTV camera close to us, and the manager invited us to their security room to see the footage. Unfortunately for me, the video showed my new wife reaching into my sister’s bag while chatting away and then bundling it up and putting it in her back pocket.
So, as it turned out, I married the wrong person.
NOTE: Please be informed that this is the first part of a two-part blog. Stay tuned to know how the matter got resolved.