I pocket my cards and we eventually make it to the ceremony, where vows are successfully exchanged. After the wedding, my sister Lori comes up to me and asks thoroughly disgusted, “What kind of evil woman have you married? Janalee just came up to me and snarled, ‘you now might be my sister-in-law, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you!’”
It seems like the further I go with this woman, the more I feel like I am becoming more and more trapped within some spider web spun by some wicked Black Widow. I feel like I’m caught in the furious clutches of a nightmare, and I have no one to blame but myself.