99 Strikes and I'm Out
On my ninety-ninth premarital test, my heart rate ran three beats too fast, and Christina Asbille ruled me unfit for marriage.
She said, "If you can't even manage your emotions, how are you supposed to give me a stable marriage?"
Her counselor, Dr. Wes Perry, took my place on the wedding simulation stage and calmly went through the confession of love, the embrace, and the exchange of rings.
The room full of friends and family applauded, saying the two of them looked like a match made in heaven.
As I watched her slide my wedding ring onto Wes's finger, I suddenly laughed.
For seven years, I'd learned breathing techniques for her and given up arguing. Even getting angry meant writing thre