“He’s not really a bad person,” I told my friend. “Besides, God said we should not judge.” I could tell she was just being jealous of me. She had been married for several years, but her husband could not afford to buy her a car.

The entire budget of my wedding would probably feed her family for three years.

Okay. Maybe I shouldn’t put it that way

I love my friend, but I wish she would just let me and my fiancé be.

But I wish she would stop going on and on about how he keeps making foolish decisions, treats people like trash, and doesn’t listen to God or anyone else for that matter.

She is at it again. “Courtship is the time to love intelligently, marriage is the time to…” I complete her sentence, tired of hearing the same lines over and over again. “Love blindly! I know oh Jare! You’ve told me time and time again. But you see, when it comes to matters of the heart, no one can advise you.” “Besides, you keep saying I’m one of the wisest, God fearing people you know.

If anybody can change him, I can.
That’s how men are anyway.

It’s even too late. Everyone already knows we are dating.” “It doesn’t matter if we fail the other subjects, we have chemistry.

Who cares whether he’s filled with the spirit, the feelings are there.

You don’t know him like I do”

Nothing I say seems to convince her.

I don’t even care anymore.

I look at our gold embellished wedding invites, just fresh of the press by the biggest wedding planners in the city. “Abigail weds Nabal.” I can’t believe it! I’m having the wedding of my dreams.

Haters will say it will be the marriage of my nightmares.