I have a horrible secret to confess. I hate weddings. I know—shocking a romance writer who hates weddings. Please don’t take away my RWA card.
I grasp the concept of people having a splendid affair surrounded by the people they love. Yet to me sometimes I wonder if it’s that just a chance to show off. Bridezillas demanding in a screech tone that everything must be perfect and seeming to be ugly people. If I were the groom and saw my future wife acting in such a way I would snatch back the ring and hock it so I could get away from the monster.
But another reason why I don’t like them is that the wedding day is just the beginning of the story. It’s one day in what is rarely a lifetime. I rather celebrate the couple’s fifth year anniversary or if the husband loses his job and together they make it through. Or when if one become ill and the other is right at the side of the bed. Those are the moments of we writers force our characters into and they have to overcome for their love. Isn't that what marriage is about? Better or worse, sickness and health, rich or poor.
Romance novels might end with a wedding but that’s when the real story begins. That is why the bride and groom stand side by side at the altar and where they have to be for the rest of the marriage.
For this romance writer, the true romance is in the everyday whether washing dishes or picking up you husband’s socks because he can shot a basketball from the free point line but can’t get the hamper. Or the wife who wants to talk during the Super Bowl and hubby keeps his eyes on the game and nods while making a grunt of agreement.
Like every character, we have flaws but when loving someone means you just have to accept it.