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Chapter 15

The “Pretty Woman” Treatment

Goddamn it, Richard Gere, I was living the real-life Pretty Woman. This fairy tale with Robert continued, and he said he couldn’t live without me and that was why he was moving. All a ploy, unbeknownst to my knowledge, to draw me in closer. Meanwhile, I didn’t know what to do.

I couldn’t let him go. I knew we loved each other, and if it was meant to be, we would find a way back to each other. I had to let him go. These were confusing times. Before I knew it, he was leaving the next morning for his new life in California without me. I took him to the airport. I didn’t want him to see me cry. I used everything I had in me to hold back all my tears and emotion as they called his flight number and said they were boarding. He hugged and kissed me goodbye. I felt like I was losing a piece of my heart. As he walked down the runway, he turned and spoke in his powerful yet gentle voice, “You know where to find me.” I couldn’t look back. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I was torn apart from the inside out, and I didn’t want him to see me like that. As I was driving home, my heart was being pulled apart, piece by lonely piece.

I knew at that very moment that I couldn’t live without him. When he arrived in California, he telephoned me. I told him that I loved him and I couldn’t live without him. I asked him to marry me. Now, ladies, when you ask a man to marry you, you better hang up. Whatever it is you’re doing, whether it be drowning yourself in chocolate ice cream, watching that romantic flick that makes you flood your eyes with tears, or telephoning your girlfriends about your broken heart, you stop in your tracks and you chase that man down like you’re a damn outlaw running away with the steal of the century. Robert was in tears over the phone and responded, “Yes, Dawnmarie, I will marry you.” Before I knew it, he was back in Massachusetts, and we planned our wedding in two months.

We got married on September 2, 1990. We had the wedding of the century; it, indeed, was our fairy-tale wedding. My wedding dress was made to fit me just like Cinderella’s dress, but only more perfect. I wanted it to look classic, with the side of my dress full of tooling from the front. It looked absolutely majestic, and it trailed itself with seven-foot-long material. My veil was handmade to fit my head, and Robert surprised me with an extra headpiece to add so it would cover the train of the wedding dress. We had over 250 people attend our wedding. People from both sides of our family came, and it was the biggest party of my life. Everything was black-and-white. The men all wore black tuxedoes, and my bridesmaids wore long silk gowns.

They had silk tops with long black silk bottoms. We all had beautiful white roses to carry. My shoes had pure white silk flowers with diamond-like sparkles in them. After the ceremony, everyone danced for hours. Robert and I only danced once together, and that magical feeling of newlyweds was flooding the room the whole night. We were so busy thanking everyone for coming from so far away we barely had time for ourselves. We took all the photos you need when you get married, and before we knew it, our wedding night event was over. Looking back now, I wish we had danced the night away.