Unpleasant Resolution E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Amanda was a woman without emotion.  She married to marry as it was expected.   But something inside of her rebelled.   This is what happened and the result.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

Unpleasant Resolution

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter One

In the mirror is a bride.  She is perfect.  Her hair,  her makeup,  her gown, her shoes, all perfect.

Her face is expressionless. What she is about to do is not desired.

Taking a vaccination, paying taxes, obeying street signs, done not out of affection or desire, done as an obligation.

So I am going to marry Mitchel Albridge to end speculation, interference, question.   I am marrying him as the best of the small assembly of possibles.   

I do not love Mitchel. I do not love anyone or anything.  I have never loved. I do not know what love is.  I have read of it,  heard of it, seen people behave in particular styles in exhibit of it,  but I find no logic in it.

Years ago, speaking to a friend, making the statement that I have never experienced the emotion of love, she tried to find that within me.  

She asked questions; 

What foods I loved; there were none. I could just as well eat a vegan dinner as I could pork chops and liked neither better than the other.

What clothes I loved; there were none. I could just as easily wear a cocktail dress as old jeans and a tee shirt.

What people I loved; there were none. I was amicable to everyone and did not prize my mother above a school teacher or a neighbour.

I was emotionless.

I recall an older relative calling me 'Miss Spock'. At the time I didn't know the reference, but as with all things I do not understand, I research.

When I studied my lack of emotion, getting names and psychiatric definitions, only one term seemed to apply to me; that is being, " superadjusted to reality."

This defines me.   I am here, now. In the now.  I am wobbling over the past, I  rarely delve into the future. 

I often found those around me responding to that within them contra what is before them.  Hence they made an emotional reaction not a logical one.

I never carried the past as others do.  I could recall events but they are without emotional connotations. I could not relate how I felt when...   for I don't have those kinds of memories.

So here I stand,  facing the mirror.   Seeing myself as a bride. 

In a few moments my maids of honour arrive.  They come  to afix my veil, my train, and make those remarks which are standard at such an event.

Now I am escourted to the hall. I pause at the rear.  The first notes are played, everyone stands, and I walk down the aisle, conscious of my posture.