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 Category:  Biographical Non-Fiction
  Posted: January 2, 2021      Views: 50

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"The Night That Changed My Life" by BethShelby



It’s happening tonight,” I told my mom. “Don’t even try to talk me out of it. I’ve made up my mind.”

“Talk you out of what? What’s happening tonight?” she asked, looking at me as if I’d lost my mind. “This is Thursday. Nothing happens on Thursday Night.”

“Either I’m going to be engaged before this night is over, or it’ll be all over between Evan and me. He’s coming tonight.”

“What do you mean, ‘he’s coming tonight’?’ You only see him on weekends. He’s not driving all the way from Jackson tonight? He has to go to work tomorrow.”

“He’d better show up. I wrote and told him to come because, I need to talk to him. If he doesn’t come, I’ll know he wants to break up.”

“You’re just assuming he’ll show up. Since we don’t have a phone, he has no way to confirm that he’ll be coming. He may not have gotten your letter. Besides, he may have other plans. You can’t just order a man around like that.”

“We’ll see. I can’t go on like this. He's been treating me like a stranger ever since his brother saw me in the restaurant with those guys from school. He keeps our weekend dates, but he’s as cold as a popsicle. He hardly talks to me. I don’t want to lose him.”

“You’ve only had one year of college. You need to take your time. If it’s meant to be, he’ll come around. He’ll wait for you. You haven’t really dated that much. How do you know he’s the one? You’re just eighteen. You don’t need to be thinking about getting married until you finish school.”

“He’ll be here. I'm sure he’ll come. I love him. I don’t want to lose him. I know he thinks I’m cheating on him, and he’s trying to find a way to break up with me.”
******

Mom’s words were getting to me. It was obvious she didn’t think he’d come. What if he didn’t come? Am I fooling myself? I need to know one way, or the other. I’m going crazy.
 

I took a long hot bath and dressed in my favorite dress. I put on just enough of my Midnight perfume to smell nice, without it being overpowering, and I waited on the front porch as the evening wore on, hoping and praying that I wasn’t making a fool of myself. If he doesn’t get here before eight, I’ll know he's not coming. The hand on my watch moved slowly. It slipped past eight, and my heart sank. I’d been so sure he would come. Then, I heard a car. My heart beat double-time. It’s him. It has to be him.

I was at the passenger door before the car even stopped. I slipped into the front seat, and I whispered, “Let’s go.”

“Where? Where are we going?”

“Anywhere,” I said. “Just find a place and stop. We need to talk.”

He didn’t say anything else. He just drove. The atmosphere was frigid, as it had been for weeks. I knew he thought I was going to be the one who was about to break up with him. Maybe he didn’t want that anymore than I did. I could tell he was nervous. He pulled off the highway on to a deserted side-road, where we’d parked before when things weren’t so tense.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” The words tumbled out without any prelude.

He was silent…shocked. He hadn’t expected that. He looked at me like I’d dropped a grenade that would explode at any moment…and then, I watched as the ice thawed. A sudden expression of joy came over his face.

“When?“ he asked.

“Whenever you say. It’ s up to you.”

“This weekend.” he said. He was testing me. He had to know we couldn’t get a license before the weekend.

“Okay, if that's what you want.” I wasn’t about to rock the boat. He pulled me close and kissed me. He was back. The ice had melted. The stranger disappeared. This was the man I loved.

We were married a month later. And so it was, as I’d predicted, it happened that night.
 
 

 

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