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pissing me off,
I ’ ll use those heart
paddles and shock some sense into her. She ’ s been campaigning for a tongue-lashing
and I ’ m about to cast my
vote and give it to her. She ’ s been running this family like we ’ re prisoners and she ’ s the warden. Well, I ’ ve got news for her, my parole came
through and I ’ m not
taking any more of her crap.
    I think
I ’ m one major PMS surge
away from losing my cool. I hope I remember all of this when I
explode. But until then, I will be the dutiful, supportive, loving
and hopeful wife my husband married, who packs a loaded
gun.
     
     
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    When I met my four best friends in college, I
had a little girl crush on each of them. I wanted to be like all of
them.
    I wanted
to be pretty like Chloe. I wanted Taylor ’ s sassiness, Alex ’ s style and Kendell ’ s cooking skills. I never really knew where I fit
in. It seemed like they all had plans. The only plan I had, was to
finish college, get a good job and possibly leave with a husband.
When I left college, I left with a degree and still no real idea of
what I wanted to do. I also failed in my quest to graduate with a
fianc é .
    After a couple of years, I ended up at an
accounting firm. I hated it. It was stable and that made my parents
happy.
    Honestly,
my childhood hasn ’ t been
story book. I was born with a twin brother, Donnie. I know, Donnie
and Dionne. You ’ d think
my parents would have been a little more imaginative. I
can ’ t really blame them
though. They had been trying for quite a while to get pregnant and
when they did, it was twins. Unfortunately, Donnie died when we
were five. It really messed my parents up. At one point I thought
they were going to get a divorce.
    They managed to patch things up and tried to
get pregnant again, but it never happened. They decided to turn all
of their attention on me. Lord have mercy, I love my parents, but
it was difficult there for a while. So when I got to college and
met these amazing girls who were so carefree, but with goals, I
wanted to be just like them.
    When I
was younger, I wanted the fairy tale, complete with the perfect
marriage to a wonderful man, a couple of kids, a dog, a fulfilling
career and the perfect three bedroom Craftsman style bungalow with
a white picket fence. I got the husband and the marriage. But, I
also got a nagging mother- in-law, no kids, and a four bedroom
Santa Barbara style house. Instead of a dog, I got half ownership
in Burke Media, my husband ’ s company, and the job as its CFO. And the picket fence was
swapped out for a boxwood hedge.
     
     
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    So
what ’ s my secret? I no
longer believe in fairy tales and don ’ t know how to tell my husband I
don ’ t want a baby or a
dog. But it might be too late.

 
     
     
KENDELL
     
     
    MY NAME IS KENDELL MARTIN and I own Tangerine
Spice, one of the hottest restaurants on the West side. At least
that’s what my publicist says. But my publicist is also my best
friend’s husband.
    What ’ s my story?
It ’ s a story
that ’ s as old as time. I
was in love with a wonderful, compassionate, attractive man. His
family owned a vineyard, which produced a high quality organic wine
and sparkling wine, which my dad was excited about. After our third
date, my dad went to work creating new recipes for his restaurants,
Blue Dove, Blue Belle and Blue Cafe to be compatible with their
wines. My ex-boyfriend ’ s
father and my Dad worked out an arrangement to serve their wine at
all of his restaurants and mine. It was a match made in
entrepreneur heaven.
    My ex was
constantly making references about our getting married. You know
things like, “ I told my
dad to hold back some of the port for our
wedding ” , “ Madrid would be a great
honeymoon location", “ I
don ’ t want a big
wedding, just a few family and friends ” , “ I
think three children would be nice, two boys and a little girl I
can spoil as much