ABOUT A NARC VOLUME 1
CHAPTER 5
Dear Narc,
Our wedding day was so blissful, at least to me. I hired a minister to come to the house. We had your boy and my homegirl as witnesses, and we officially got married...right in the living room. It might as well have been a huge wedding, with four hundred guests. Streamers everywhere in a huge church. You were dressed in a black tuxedo with five groomsmen. They were all wearing black tuxedos like you. I was wearing my white bride’s dress and I had two bridesmaids on my side. One was wearing violet, another was wearing pink. It was a lovely day, but all I knew that I was marrying the man that I loved. This man who treated me like the queen that I am. After all, I kissed so many frogs before you found me. Oh I just couldn’t be happier. I was happier than when I married my first husband. I was young, and I was looking for some type of stability. Now my kids are grown and I’m older now, and I wanted a man to spend the rest of my life with. I thought he was you. I thought you were real. I thought you were the one. I finally found the man of my dreams, but instead I found a nightmare, and I know exactly the time that everything changed.
I went to the doctor one day and he said that I had to have hernia surgery. It would put me out of work for three months. So I followed my doctor’s advice and I had the procedure done. I was on disability, and I was laid up in the bed. My doctor told me not to exert myself too much; to take it easy. That would be easy, right? I had a husband who cared about me. My husband would take care of me. Boy was I wrong. Talk about switched up. You switched up like a motherfucker. Everything fucking changed. You stopped rubbing my feet like you did in the beginning; you stopped cooking for me; you even stopped getting in the bed with me. I was recovering from surgery and you didn't do shit to make it easier for me. You wouldn't help me to the bathroom. I mean the list goes on and on...
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