A Connecticut Bride

I’m getting married today.


I’m getting married.

I am.



I have to keep repeating this, because I still don’t believe it. Not really.

I’ve been single my whole life. It’s been a decent life, I just never really got close enough to anyone to want to spend my life with them.

Well, I’ve been single only inasmuch as I’ve never been married. I have been engaged though — does that count?

A few times.

Yeah, I’ve been engaged… six, seven times now?

I know, I should remember the actual number. But I’ve lived a long time, and sometimes the mind just doesn’t work as well as it used to, y’know?

So, yeah. I shouldn’t be as nervous and worked-up as I am, but, well… I really want to hear the pitter-patter of little ones again, and I can sense that Ray is the right father for my future offspring.

I do want to take some time and enjoy being a wife for a little while, though — at least a few days, maybe a week or a week and a half.

No, this wouldn’t be my first experience with young. My previous relationships have resulted in several new little bugs to call my own. Well, except for my first fiance, but I think that was my fault — I was too young, I wasn’t ready. Overall, aside from that, it was a pretty satisfying relationship. I wish we could’ve tried again, but it just wasn’t possible. You know how it goes — such is Mother Nature’s way.

But this will be my last chance for young. My body is aging and I don’t want to wait too much longer to have any more. It’s just not very healthy for anyone, y’know?

Not to mention, the neighbourhood is changing. It’s getting more and more unsafe for a slow, older one like me — I never know when something might grab me during one of my evening constitutionals. It’s better to have my little ones now, so they can grow and develop in relative safety, before things change too much.

Anyhow, Ray is young and virile — I know he’ll make strong offspring with me. It’s just a shame he won’t be around nto raise them — after all, the only way to get these young guys going is to tear their heads off.

Now, what dose one wear as a first-time bride (and hopefully mother-to-be!) at a praying mantis wedding?


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