I married my first wife when i was twenty eight and she was thirty six
i think i got married be cause it was expected after dating for a year
she had been broken by her mother thirty six years ago
and i was trying to put her back together
but part of me wonders if it was because (year later i look back and see that)
she combined the worst aspects of raven and ravens mother, 
.
or maybe it was just that we took out loans for her to get her associates and training in radio, etc... and she never used it or really finished the classes

but i get ahead of my self

it was a sunny day, my grandmother, aunts, uncle, mother and father were there, as wewre her family and friends, including her father, and step mother, and possibly even her mother.  we had the wedding at a friend of her's house that had introduced us after i was unable to form an attachment to her... over a date or two.

when i didnt hear a phrase in the wedding vows that i had expected to hear, i totally lost it in elation, but hating my self for feeling that way, not having "till death do you part" be part of the vows was a recipie for loosing my happiness later on... 
obligation, she needed me to take care of her...  from this vast time later don't know if it was ever truly love

the house was beautiful courtyard style in rockville, maryland and it had a pool...

a pool party wedding...

all that i really remember is being angry with my self because i was happy that the marriage would not last until death,