Chapter 1: Latoya

I'm pacing back and forth in the bride's room trying to get a hold of the woman responsible for my suffering, My Mother.

A few months ago she had been so insistent on me getting married because I was getting too old.

Mind you!... I'm only 27 and I have a pretty demanding job, I never have time for romance much more me but she wanted me to to get married.

And somehow I agreed, Honestly I was tired of her nagging again and again. This is all because all her friends have grandkids and she doesn't.

This woman is aware of my situation besides the demanding job, I can't have children but she doesn't care.

I once brought up adoption but she was absolutely repulsed by the idea of having children and no man in my case that she dropped the marriage thing for a while.

But it never lasted.

3 months ago she found a single father who is a police officer and ok with the fact that I'm practically barren.

I agreed of course also because I could see a wonderful partnership between us in terms of business considering that I'm a social worker and my business constantly links up with police officers and maybe that would make my mother stop worrying about me so much too, but we couldn't meet because of the outrageously busy schedules we had but I met his mother and daughter and they were wonderful.

His Daughter Raine is 6 and the sweetest thing I have ever seen. I almost cried when I had to leave her and his mother is a cheerful chatterbox.

Even if he was going to be the aloof kind with these two I knew I was going to be fine and happy.

This woman seriously won't answer my calls where is she. The people here keep calling me Shirley and I'm seriously tired of correcting them.

They bring the dress over, it's almost time.

" Ma'am we have brought your dress it's almost time please let us help into it..." the stylist

( this old woman went all out she even got stylists too)

" ok lemme try my mother one last time, ok ?"

I plead with them guiltily because I have been dragging this out for some time.

The call finally goes through

" mom! Where are...?" I didn't even get to finish

" Lala momma is gonna have to call you back I'm dealing with a real Karen down here, love you"

And she hung up on me.....

WHAT THE HECK DOES SHE MEAN SHE IS DEALING WITH A KAREN WHEREAS IM ABOUT TO GET MARRIED?!!!!!

She should have at least shared the itinerary with me. This is why black people don't do arranged marriages. Ok maybe I'm over thinking I just need to take a deep breath and get to the altar. She is going to be all day if she is going to be arguing with someone.

The dress they brought was too many sizes smaller, they brought My Dress later and they got me to the altar since the only woman who was responsible for that was missing.

Walking down the aisle I'm an ocean of nerves I'm practically trembling. I can't look at anyone in the crowd I'm scared I'll faint. I'm avoiding looking at the man I know nothing about what if he doesn't like my size? What if he doesn't want to get married anymore? What if he is abusive? What if he is a jerk? Much better! What if he doesn't know I'm barren?

That would be the ultimate kicker

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