“Marriage is a wonderful thing not to be taken lightly.” The pastor went over our vows, but I already had this entire service memorized. I just wanted to get to the point where I said I do and officially would become Mrs. Kisha Thompson.
The road to get here hadn’t been easy, but I weathered all the bullshit deserving every fucking carat that was in this ring on my finger.
Today was the day, the one I had waited months for, dieted to fit in a dress, and spent thousands to make my dream a reality. Now standing across from me was the man of my dreams, his eyes on me.
“If anyone has reason why these two shouldn’t be married speak now or forever hold your peace.” No one ever said anything during these times; me and Morris both looked out over the crowd, but no one said a thing.
I’ve wanted this my entire life with all eyes on me walking down the aisle. The perfect song playing and me in all white with my husband to be with tears in his eyes. It was all a fairy tale and I knew when I said these two words that my life was going to completely changed.
Everything we had been through for the last few years was all worth it. Looking into his eyes, with everyone we knew around us, everything felt right until I looked back into the church and saw her face.
I looked back into the crowd winking at my Momma and was just about to turn back around when I saw her. In the back she stood by the door. Blinking a few times she was still there.
“Do you Kisha Green take Morris Thompson to be your lawfully wedded husband.”
She was smiling, standing in the back by the door was the bitch I hated more than anything else in the world. I blinked, but she was still there smiling like she knew something that I didn’t.
“Kisha…”
“Yes…” I swung my head back around looking at the pastor, but his eyes said it all. Wide-eyed looking from me to Morris. He cleared his throat giving me a second to think.
“Do you take Morris to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Looking at Morris I could tell he had no idea, he was still smiling looking at me like nothing else mattered. The wedding was invitation only and there was no way I had invited his baby momma.
“Baby, you okay?” Morris whispered, but I wasn’t okay. What was that bitch doing here? She better not mess up my wedding, but it was no time for me to say all those things.
Everybody was staring at me.
“Yes. Yes, I do.” I smiled back.” Everyone was clapping, my smile stretched across my face, but I felt that bitch's eyes on me.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” We kissed, finally as man and wife the church exploding in a roar of screams, claps, and hollering as I walked down the aisle hand and hand with my husband. I looked around for her not seeing the bitch anywhere, but I could feel something evil around. But instead of going crazy I laughed as everyone clapped for us smiling as I looked into their faces, but I kept my eyes peeled for that bitch.
I’m gonna ruin your day, bitch. He’s always going to be mine. She said it a million times and now I was starting to believe her.
“You okay?” Lea was at my side, my best friend, maid of honor, and she knew everything I had been through.
“I think I saw her.”
“Who?” Lea asked, but I didn’t have a second to explain without someone coming to hug or congratulate us. My sons were right at my side as always pulling on my dress asking me questions like I didn’t just get married.
“Momma, can you get them please?”
I’m gonna shoot you ass if you marry him, bitch. I heard her words bouncing around my head as I shook hands and hugged people that I didn’t even know.
“Morris, I…”
“Baby, I love you. We did it.” He kissed me, but before I could tell him we were getting dragged away.
“Okay, stand in line for pictures.” My friends said everything about this day would be about everyone else, and they weren’t lying. Standing outside the church in the hot sun we took picture after picture with no time to even take a breath.
“Okay, just the bride and bridesmaids.” Morris left me, his hand now out of mine, but all I wanted to do was be next to him.
“Smile, Kisha. This is your day.” I did as I was told as the photographer put us in a million different poses. Me standing behind the girls, me in front of the girls, me sitting as the girls stood, and vice versa.
“All right, what about the bride and the parents of the bride?” That was fine, but I was looking for the groom.
“Where did Morris go?” I grabbed Lea, my maid of honor.
“I don’t know.”
“Mrs. Thompson.” My mother in law called out my name. “Oh baby, I’m so happy.” She hugged me, but this wasn’t the tune she was singing before. She had said she was anything but happy.
“At least he married one of y’all.” She laughed, but I didn’t find that shit funny. My boys were right behind he.
“Okay, one with the bride and the sons.” We did some cute poses. Me kneeling down to get kisses on the cheek from my loves, but Morris was still nowhere to be seen.
“Alright, let's do some more…” I had to break away. I needed to talk to Morris and tell him what the fuck I saw.
“Let’s pause. Let me go find my husband.” Everyone smiled and laughed.
“Mommy... Mommy.”
“Ma, take the boys next door. I’ll be right there.” The last time I saw Morris he was walking back into the church.
“Okay everyone, the reception is in the church recreation building next door.” I heard Lea as I got back in the church.
“Has anyone seen Morris?”
“Yeah, I think he’s in the basement.”
My train in my hand I walked down to the basement. I heard someone talking.
“But I love you.”
“I told you I’m married now.” I heard Morris talking.
“If you don’t love me just say it.”
“Look, Rena…”
“Just tell me you don’t love me.” I stood back waiting for Morris to check this bitch, but as I peeked around the corner I didn’t hear that.
“Look I... I do love you, but I’m going to be moving. I gotta get this money, and I’m married now.” What was he talking about moving?
“You should have married me. You know you don’t love her.”
I was tired of this bitch, but I stayed quiet waiting to hear what Morris would say.
“Look, I love both of y’all, but shit, I had to pick one of you.” I felt sick. I couldn’t make it around the corner quick enough, but it was too late.
She had her lips on my husband, his arms around her. On our wedding day, in my dress I watched my husband kiss another woman. The ink wasn’t even dry on our wedding license, yet.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t find my voice. This couldn’t be real; it had to be a dream. My husband was kissing another woman on our wedding day.