What The Hell Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

What The Hell Ch. 01

... finally Lisa, my Matron of Honor, my oldest friend. Partners in crime since the third grade. It was a smaller wedding party. I didn't want my wedding to be flashy, that was Andrea and Gerald, Carl's mom and dad, and they were flashy. If it was up to me, I would have eloped.

The organist played a softer ballad as my niece and nephew made their way, side by side, down the aisle. I smiled. They looked amazing together.

Maybe,maybe, one day I might have a child, but not children. That was still a huge bone of contention; I was told having an only child was selfish. I was a fucking awesome only child.

Ugh ... I digress.

Alberto kissed my cheek. I looked at him, we both smiled as he nodded his head. There was a tear in his eye. You see, Alberto, Al for short, was the only father I knew. I was the only daughter he knew. The sperm donor who lied and used my mother well over twenty years ago was never heard from after that night. Mom told me that I was the best thing to come out of that hellish night.

A "five pump chump" she would tell me.Eww, I cringed and shivered each time she would say that. Gawd!!

Here I was the center of attention, all eyes on me, which I disliked immensely. A few months after my birthday; my wedding day. My heart was still fractured, pounding, but still filled with hope. I was in pain and agony but joyful as I looked towards the altar, on the left side of the aisle I saw my mother.

She was beaming with pride.

Mom had regained her ...

... athletic body and figure after giving birth to me. She requalified for her NCAA scholarship and finished college with the help of her parents. Her once swimmers and track and field body that I saw in photos and old VHS tape videos, was now weak, broken and shriveled, a skeleton of whom she once was.

I shivered in pain with that thought.

The carboplatin, the cisplatin, the paclitaxel, and the radiation had done their job all those months ago, the immunotherapy not so much. Mother Nature in her cruel loving ways challenged her once again. It was back and this time my mother had all but given up. She told us nine weeks ago over breakfast that she couldn't do it anymore.

Al had a long conversation with her and Father Timothy. Carl and I talked, I wanted to postpone or even cancel the wedding but Mom would have nothing of it. She wanted to see her daughter get married. She wanted me to marry my longtime boyfriend and fiancé, I hesitated but eventually agreed; for her.

I didn't share the stress and tremendous pressure I was feeling. I swallowed it all and kept it deep down inside me, this was for my Mom. She wanted her only daughter to be married, well all be damned, I was going to give her that.

Even if it meant me sacrificing what I didn't think this is what I wanted, this was for her.

My heart just broke looking at her. She insisted on wearing her soft rose colored dress and her bonnet. I wanted her to wear her wig but she would have none of it, she was proud of who ...