From the Back Yard to Today

Her wedding dress was beautiful. It was everything that she had imagined ever since she was a young girl playing house in the backyard.

No one was going to steal her day today. This was her wedding day at the Builtmore Hotel Ball Room.

Her sister was yelling at her mother in the next room about nothing. Her father was drinking beer with her uncles in the adjoining room. Everyone was there to celebrate Chelsea's day in their own way.

The bathroom was hers. She put on her foundation. She put on her lipstick. She smiled and cleaned the gunk off of her teeth. Her smile lit up the bathroom and she was 1,000 feet tall.

She had come along way from that backyard. Today she was marrying William, a very sensible man.

Chelsea thought about all the boyfriends she had over the years. There was Mark, her high school boyfriend and first love. Then there was Jovonne the party boy from her days in college. Another Mark, the cop who she thought was surely the one, but cheated on her with her then best friend Sarah. Then William came along.

Silhouette's of memories flooded her mind. Good and Bad. They were her history.

She thought about Jeremy. She had truly loved Jeremy a man who didn't know how to love at all. Jeremy and her had knocked around the U.S. in a beaten up Delta 88' together the summer after she got her degree. They drove to California and Oregon. They drove to New York and Massachusetts. They drove.

Jeremy liked a lot of things, but had no passion or ambition. He worked, went out, and repeated this cycle day after day. She had convinced him to take some time off and go see the world with her. She wanted Jeremy to be passionate about something and he couldn't even tell her he loved her.

Jeremy eventually faded out of her life. She couldn't make him love her.

"Are you almost ready in there," her sister asked.