Love and cars
I married young. I was 20 years old when my college sweetheart and I agreed to become each other's for the rest of our days. It turned out she wasn't given as many days as I was. We got into a car accident only after one short year of perfect happiness together. I was more or less unharmed, but she.....I don't like talking about the physical aspect of it. I was wrecked, not only because I lost the love of my life, but because some people, friends even, started treating me with guarded judgement and hostility. I had just lost my world, and now I had to live with this?
Two years of misery go by.
Then I met her. She's spectacular, everything I had ever wanted from a woman. I knew we had to be together forever, and it wasn't long before we were man and wife. However, the cruelty of life deals me another shattering blow. Another car accident. Once more, I can walk away, and my love is taken from me. Friends, family, anyone who knows me now fill with hate when they see me. They make no attempts to hide it anymore. What have I done to deserve this?
Three years pass.
Another woman, another instant love. Matrimony and bliss have followed my days ever since marrying her. It's been heaven on earth these past few years. Lately it's been funny though, she's starting to get upset with me, carrying on about how I'm becoming "detached", like I'm "almost a different person", almost exactly the sort of things my past wives used to say. I wish I could show her how much these words have hurt me. It's okay though. Tonight we're going out for a romantic evening at that new restaurant that opened at the other end of town. I know everything's gonna be alright, after all, it's a pretty long drive.
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