Cursing up a storm, Artie raged against the rain of bad news
Reality was determined to corner her into marrying Brad
Everything was just too perfect. He was handsome, kind, interesting
Absolutely the perfect man for her, and yet…
The truth of it was Artie didn’t believe in marriage
It wasn’t the commitment. It was all the baggage that came with it
Vivid memories of her parents’ divorce still played in her nightmares
Everything having to do with matching rings made her queasy
Still if she didn’t say yes it meant she was saying no to Brad
Plenty of women would gladly take her place in his life
Inspired by that conundrum, Artie began to draw
Reaching inward to find an answer or some sort of compromise
If there was a way to do this, she would find it
That or decide whether she wanted to live the rest of her life with Brad or herself
