An American Marriage Novels & Stories

Adonis admitted, giving her expression some thought. "Marriage is an establishment from the very beginning of man's conception. It stabilizes our civilization. It can produce stable and productive citizens. And two people can experience in-depth love and find happiness and lasting companionship. Do you have to be married to be happy and experience joy?" No. But does marriage have to be a loveless, sad arrangement? No. Single and married people will experience stress; that's life. But two conquer challenges, trials, and goals are always better than one. Now, that's not an absolute truth, but that's how I feel."

“You’re kidding, right? I told you the basics of our relationship. We can’t keep sharing beds, kisses, and space. You have to keep to the agreement.” “I warned you not to speak of that agreement, Anna. Tell me, do you like seeing me pissed?” “Perhaps.” “This marriage is fucking real. We had a wedding, we exchanged those fucking vows and rings, and we had a wedding in front of everyone so this is in fact real. Fucking exclusive.”

"But things haven't always been rosy actually. I got to realize I and Akin, we're two different people and neither of us were ready for the situation we found ourselves in. How long have you been married dear?" "Uhmm, five months." "Young marriage, this time is usually the sweetest, this time and when you're old like us." She said laughing. Amirah joined her too knowing that there had been nothing sweetest about their marriage these past months. "Marriage has never been easy and it'd never be, you can never know it all when it comes to being married dear. Some days you'd wake up tired of it all, tired of seeing your husband's face, even the littlest of things he does irritates and pisses you

"Without a word. Without an explanation. Do you have any idea what that did to me? To us?" Her eyes didn't budge. "There was no 'us,' Kai. There never was." The words hit me like a perfectly placed slap, but I wasn't backing down. "You expect me to believe that? After everything we shared, everything we- "Don't romanticize it," she cut in, her razor-sharp voice slicing into my thoughts. "Our marriage was a contract. Nothing more." I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, and I straightened in my chair. "A contract?"

I kept looking at the paper with my eyes wide open and I was so close to it as thought I was going to go into it any time soon. I looked at him as though he said something really crazy which he obviously did. "What is this, why do I have to sign something like this"? He looked at me with his usual cold gaze and said. "Don't tell me you can't read". I just looked at him with the expression that said 'What the hell, is this dude for real?' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you"?

I asked. " I want you to marry me as I really need to show that I am a happily married man. " He said casually. Was he crazy? How were these two things, related?? " What is the logic behind it?? How does your being married can affect the deal??" I was confused as hell. " My prospective partner or purchaser is an American and I met him and his wife last year when we met in the USA. " He started explaining. " I am not getting... so what is the problem? " I asked.

Not even the press. That I’m married to him.

Allen, the founder of the largest spa and massage service in America, greeted his buddy. “Same to you. Good thing you decided to come back here I thought you'll gonna stay in South Korea forever.” Allen married a South Korean model but their marriage didn't last for long. After a year of marriage they decided to file an annulment. Now he wants to manage again his business. “I should stay away with pretty Asians,” he remarked shaking his head lightly. He knows he was faulty of jumping to marriage after just three months of dating.

Inseparable in a real marriage. Forever. *End*