The Wedding Shoes

Sissy looooooves shoes. She especially loves to wear other people's shoes and then clomp around the house in them.

This morning, she was rooting around in the closet I share with the Evil Twin and found my wedding shoes.

She must have been digging hard because they were in the very back. In a box. And each wrapped in its' own little plastic bag. Exactly as they had arrived to me.

I saw them in a bridal magazine and thought they would go with my dress perfectly, so I ordered them. Then, I worried the heel would be too high and I would match or tower over the Evil Twin. (I'm a tall gal).

Of course, seeing Sissy in my shoes brought back memories. The day was rather bittersweet for us. You see, the Evil Twin had been married when we met. I liked him as a person, but hey, he was a married man. As was my luck back then, all the good ones were married or gay.

So, we were friends. And I was friends with his then wife, too. I often wondered how they got together because they didn't have much in common.

Turns out the marriage was over before I ever met either one of them. She had packed her bags and threatened to leave on several occasions.

Finally, she said it was over and that left the Evil Twin single. We ended up living together (and doing other things together as well LOL).

A year and a half later, we got engaged.

His then ex-wife flew off the handle. She threatened to crash the wedding. My parents considered hiring security.

I couldn't understand the hate she was dishing out for us when she clearly left the relationship of her own accord. Like many things in life, jealousy can be an ugly, ugly beast. She was jealous.

Despite her ugly ways, we had a lovely wedding, without incident.

Almost fifteen years, two houses, two children and boundless love later, here we are.

And he's still the hottest thing I ever laid eyes on.