Against All Odds

I just got hitched to a beautiful senorita. We've been together for quite some time, around two years of long distance affair. I met her in Spain during one of my trips. She was only 18 then and I was 27. I don't know how or why, but it just happened. I live a life back in New York where I meet different babes every night, plus I have a girlfriend named Carrie. If you fools don't believe in love at first sight, believe it. As soon as I saw Marissa, I instantly knew that she's the one. To make the story short, the relationship lasted with a burning hole in my pocket. I have to make long distance calls every other day. On our second year, she broke up with me. I jumped on the next plane to propose marriage.

Her folks didn't like me but Marissa did insist. We got married with all the church bells and those Spanish traditions. What I thought as a bliss turns out to be a ragged edge from hell. I've never been this stressed out my whole life. We stayed at their villa and her folks are getting to my nerves. They won't give us our privacy.

So I asked a friend to book us to an island. It didn't matter where, for as long as they would leave us behind. The next day we landed in Te Tiare Beach Resort in French Polynesia. We had the island all to our exclusive delight with less crowds and tourists spoiling the fun. We went snorkeling, then had picnic, and scuba diving. It was all but the sand, the water, the sky, the stars, and my wife.

After six years, we're still together. I still hate her mom and they feel the same way towards me. My wife has turned into a nagging pig. She bloated when she gave birth to our son. So what's the happy ending? I still love her for all it's worth. Looking back to that honeymoon bliss, I'd say I fought for my love the best I could. Start with a memorable honeymoon, if you want your dream wedding to last.