Runaway Bride

I arrive at my parents’ house in ten minutes. I didn’t think for a second where to go when the family driver asked me for directions. The man was kind enough not to look at my appearance when I got into the black sedan.

“Daughter, what are you wearing!” my mother exclaims as she opens the front door. “You’re a woman married to a respectable man!”

“Forget what I’m wearing. Why don’t you ask me what he did to make me come to the house like this?” I tell her as I walk in and go straight to my room.

“Don’t yell at me!”

“Yes, I do yell at you!” I quickly look for something to wear. It’s getting late already. I look at the cuckoo clock I have hanging above the bookcase where I keep my novels and little ceramic dolls. “I don’t know how you can care so much about appearances, Mother. It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters. You got married and left here as a young lady. You are with a man of a higher social class. Therefore, your dress and appearance say a lot about you. Besides, I’m sorry to tell you that it influences your husband.”

“I don’t give a damn about my husband!” I squeal.

I finish pulling up my black tube-style skirt. Likewise, I slip on a baggy white blouse of butterflies and red roses.

“Don’t say that you look like a child.”

“Where is Teresa?”

I don’t plan to stand around listening to my mother lectured me on how my actions influence society. That’s water under the bridge. I know, it’s true, she’s right, but right now, that’s a trifle. I don’t care that people see me and Mrs. Merlina at the flea market saw me get out of the sedan covered in a sheet. I’m tired of trying to be perfect! It’s exhausting to be someone you’re not. Pretending to please everyone, to help and please...no matter if you lose your essence along the way.

“Your sister went out to buy some things for her trip.”

“Are you okay with her going with that young man?”

“I remind you that he is your brother-in-law.” My mother stands in the doorframe and analyzes my every move. She looks tired. Her dress is wrinkled, which worries me, as Mom always tries to look impeccable.

“So, you know?”

“Tere is no fool. That girl is wide awake. She got herself a good match. She’ll have a good home and economic stability forever. They say those Magghio men only marry once.”

“I can’t believe you just accept it.” It was a big shock for me to know that my younger sister has decided to tie the knot with Dawson Magghio. Of course, he can tell me that he is sorry for getting involved with Arianna, but after learning that he can betray his own brother, I don’t even want to consider what awaits Tere by marrying him.

I tell my mother the same thing. In the meantime, I tie my hair up in a high bun and put a pair of golden rose hairpins in it.

“Men are like that by nature. Don’t think you’ll have a completely faithful man, for it’s in his blood to want to try new meats.”

What an excuse my mother makes.

She doesn’t let me speak and continues. Finally, she walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t know because you were very little when it happened, but more than fifteen years ago, your father had an affair.”

walk over, sit next to her and clasp her hands

a bubble and hurt you by making you think the world is perfect. When I married your father,

and lost I was. I understand why my mother thought the best thing that could happen to me was to marry someone financially stable:

one. We didn’t know anybody. I was an only child. Adjusting was difficult.” I look at Mom; she is far away. Although her body is beside me, I know her mind is far away from reminiscing about

married by force, by convenience, just as you did

the first week we arrived. Dad had no job, no idea how to support Mom and me.

I do nothing but feel lousy about how I hated my parents without realizing it. It was a vicious cycle for the Mattew family, and I was just another dot going around the circle. “When did Dad cheat on you? With whom? Is she from here?” I

never considered having sex even with

be married the next day to a man whose nickname was the Shady One. That could upset the holiest of women. I don’t know if that influenced me to let myself make

She had cancer a few

a one-day thing? Did they keep

she hasn’t lost her cool or sanity at any point. No tears, no crying, nothing but grief

sorry,

that happen. I’m telling you this, Tati because I don’t want to see you unhappy. Nor do I want to see you sad and sleeping with any man for a couple of euros. You deserve so much more. Your father and I went out of

me to the highest bidder. To the only bidder. He

color as mine. She strokes my left cheek, something

more secrets, please,” I ask. I don’t know if my heart can take

get ready to interrupt her, but she stops me. “I don’t care if you’re going to tell me otherwise because

just needed to

Sometimes you need your space

away even though you have two daughters.” As much as my mother spoke to me loudly and

if we are only dedicated to being mothers and housewives.” She stands up, and I do the same. “Darío was not the one who came to ask for

reinstalls itself in my heart, sticking like a million needles in acupuncture therapy. I feel short of breath

you to believe that it was all that poor widower’s fault. If anyone bears full responsibility, it is your father because he did the same thing my father did to me.

well, perfectly, and organized as I wished, I did not know that one thing is what the donkey wants and another who makes it. My own father sold me. He is used to seeing it and doing it. Dad is almost ten years older than my mother. I don’t even want to imagine the pain she suffered being offered to that older man. The unhappiness she must have felt, I never noticed. She was so engrossed in being happy. I didn’t notice how she was wasting away in a marriage where

ran over to meet

into the castle. The last time

doing here?! I’m so happy to see you!” she squeals and hops in

happy to see you too, tadpole!” I hold her against

let’s have some coffee.” My mother goes to the kitchen, and we follow

here? How is

has no idea about the surgery Darío

know he was going to have such a thing done. I guess my sister’s communication with Dawson is more effective than mine with Darío. I proceed

and at home,” I try to reassure her.

You’re crazy! Your husband needs you now

hand over my face and throat clear, uncomfortable. I don’t know if I should tell my mother about the situation I’m going through in my marriage. But, I also don’t

I desired and who awakened dormant feelings and emotions was beautiful. However, the reality

beautiful, a real princess. No dark circles under her eyes, no freckles, and no wrinkles from bad times. She is happy. I instantly feel the same way.

Her happiness is mine.