BROKEN PRIDE

hive of activity, bridesmaids buzzing around, rehearsing the grand plan for the big day. And let me tell you, Bennie

bacy streak for quite a while, saving herself for the right moment. As she sits there, soaking in the wedding-eve vibes, her mind's doing somersaul

can say "I do." There was this one guy she fancied quite a bit. Cute, smart, and had that charm that made her knees weak. But the dude was al

tion towards family, kids, and marriage, he'd get all moody. His mind was on the here and now – instant romance, instant g

the hymn of family values 24/7. Being the first daughter in a brood of seven, her parents drille

n' happened, and they even drove her to the guy's house with a "stay away from our daughter" warning. Talk about drama. It was really funny when ever Bennie recounts these stories to hers

nd well, sex. Even though she might not admit it, her folks' teach

n those she cared about went down the same drain to ghosting her. But Scott was different. He was all in and all that Bennie could ever wish and prayed for

lanned out – hotel booked, and yes, even some shopping for, let's say, adventurous accessories. Bennie even got a brid

herself with pain relief and whatever she thought might come in handy. The night before the big day, though, was a carnival of emotions

irst time will always be very painful. She got some drugs that could act as pain relief, in fact, everything she needed was ready. It was even more fun t

re fading, and next thing she knew, they were parked at the side of the road, locked in a passionate embrace. I

rself, claiming a bathroom break, but truth be told, she needed a moment to cool off. Whe

er the next day, in fact he told her that if it laid in his power, they would have done the wedding that night instead of tomorrow; they both smiled. A brief chat later, she rejoined her friends, and was glad they'd shifted the topic. Because, let's f