Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.”
Daily Prompt: Race the Clock
“Let’s do it,” he said, and I couldn’t resist. It was an offer I just couldn’t refuse. My fiance had just begun working swing shift, and after completing the 4p-12a shift, we were desperate to have more time together. “Next weekend is long weekend,” he said, “let’s get married then.” I was ecstatic – of course my answer was yes.
It didn’t matter that both of us still lived at home with our parents, and we had no place to call our own. It would all work out… and it did! Within a week, he had found an apartment for us, we had made arrangements with the justice of the peace to marry us and we had received his parents’ blessing.
My parents were another story. My mother was absolutely certain that I was pregnant, and she made that week one of the most miserable weeks of my life as she kept demanding the “truth” from me. And I have to tell you, it’s pretty horrible when your own mother calls you a “no good whore.”
Still, we made it through that week, and we married on a Friday night in April, at 6:00pm. I rode to the courthouse with my parents, who are always early to everything, and waited for my soon to be husband to arrive. I have to tell you, I was never so happy as when I saw his ugly white Pinto pull into the parking lot.
We were married not a minute too soon, and I always thought of him as not only my husband, but also my rescuer. You see, he rescued me from an oppressive household of abuse, and he loved me and accepted me just the way I am. One of my mother’s parting shots before we left to get married was that this marriage would never last more than six months, but I am happy to tell you that though we only dated for seven months, and although we decided to get married so quickly, we’ve now been married 31 1/2 years and still counting.
He is the love of my life, and I am blessed to be his bride. I always called him my red tag special, because we met at Ames Department Store, where we both worked, and when I saw the title of this post, “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse,” my heart and my mind immediately flew to my husband.
Burning Fire Shut Up In My Bones 