Blue Shoes

It was never about the shoes. Not really.

In my gut, I saw the red flag

Because, we were discussing MY shoes.

The ones I would wear. On my feet. On my wedding day.

“Blue isn’t one of our wedding colors”, he’d say.

And I would rebuff that with the ‘something old , something new, something borrowed, something blue’.

“You made that up”, he replies.

You can’t be serious. This isn’t even your first wedding. How have you never heard of this??

In my head I am screaming that I cannot marry a man who tells me what color shoes I can wear… on the outside I continue to fight over the legitimacy of being the bride and being allowed to wear blue, which no one will see… but it means something to me.

In the end, I did not wear blue shoes. I bought a pair of white shoes on clearance and had them died bright pink to match the bouquets.

Because at the end of the day… I cared far less about the shoes and more about the marriage and the life that would come after the wedding.

But, I’m gonna tell you a little secret: small concessions (like the color of your shoes) lead to more concessions; some big and some small. Until one day you wake up… and you don’t recognize yourself at all.

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