bite me x___
My name is Chalida, twenty three years of age, who just graduated from CSU of San Diego. I grew up in Malibu, CA, surrounded by amazing people. Yep, life was perfect. I was even planning on moving to Hollywood with some friends because I believed in success and living it big.
My parents on the other hand, had other plans for me. My fairytale, magical, Barbie life had ended when they decided to move back to Thailand, taking me with them. I know, it’s horrible!
Moving back wasn’t the bad part though; it was the news that came afterwards and that was the arranged marriage that shocked me and threw me over board. I mean, I just graduated and I have a bright future ahead of me. It’s impossible for a girl my age to get married so young right? It doesn’t make any sense! I mean, you’re supposed to know the person well in enough and fall in love with them before you get married, that’s how it works right? No, for my parents, it was different and they weren’t reasonable at the moment. No wasn’t an exception.
The day I met him didn’t go so smoothly. First reason, the jerk saw my face and yelled ‘OH HELL NO’ and repeated the same statement more than twice. Second reason, he tried running out of the house but his bother dragged him back inside. Very disrespectful right? And the last reason, I punched him so hard, he had a black eye.
Our parents thought it was adorable and we will get along just fine. Whatever happened to love, passion, and romance? Isn’t that important?
My mom said, “It’ll come along when you are married to one another.” I rolled my eyes.
“I can’t get married, especially not to him.” I exclaimed, throwing a big tantrum.
“Hey! What’s wrong with marrying me??!” He questions.
“Um, hello, have you met yourself?? You’re the last person I want to spend my life with!” I shrieked at him.
“Yes, I have met myself and I’m pretty darn good looking too. I’d marry me if it was possible!” he protested.
“Look, no matter what happens, you two are getting married and it’s going to happen, regardless.” Our parents said.
And that’s what happened. Before I knew it, I was sitting in front of this jerkface in this amazing traditional wedding dress, exchanging wedding rings with him.
After that was the reception and I was changed into a beautiful white wedding dress, signing our marriage license. Do I look frickin happy in my wedding dress??
I’m doomed for eternity.And this is where I’m at. I’ve been married to jerkface for 3 weeks and it’s been hell. He is downstairs with his buddies right now, drinking and singing. The marriage life sucks!