I had heard of arranged marriages.

Of fathers making arrangements with someone else to marry off their daughters. There was a time when such a practice was quite common.

I always knew I wasn't going to get married unless that man proved to me that he was the one. I thought I found him once, I got my heart broken in the worst way.

I was alone for a while keeping cupid's arrows away from me and my heart.

One bad day I met a man who needed a wife, and I needed money.

It sounds bad, I know. But there are things that need money and I didn't have any at the time.

It was something important that I promised myself to do when I could, and worked hard to get it, but it was never enough.

I thought a cupid appeared far away. The idiot was always around, just silently.

He shot his arrows and hit me right in the heart, then laughed at me as he found me alone again.

Cupid was evil, and he liked human suffering. More so that of unrequited love.

Contract and divorce

Arthur Müller.
Some time ago,
France.
I find it amusing to watch Charline, my mother, dancing with young male guests at the party while my father watches her angrily and annoyed.
He had grown tired of telling her to invite him to dance, and she didn't. In the end, my mother succeeded.
Dancing, ...

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