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Cleansing Temples
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Cam’el clicked the cell phone off and returned to the screen. BRIDEZILLA. He watched it with the sound down, imagining scenarios from the wild hand gestures and mouthed cussing that followed.
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It was the same each week -- happy couple holding hands in the church, multiple dress fittings, drinks with bridesmaids, and budget realities with wedding planners.
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This week, the bride wanted bridesmaids to purchase a $2,400 dress. The maid of honor, being financially challenged, asked to buy something a bit less expensive. Bridezilla chewed her the heck out.
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“You are ruining my special day. Do whatever you have to, get a new credit card, or this friendship is over!”
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Cam’el found all of this very entertaining. He hoped to get married someday, to be someone worthy of union.
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He sought this in spite of so many signs declaring the end of marriage, the high divorce rates, apps that promised better. A radio host had argued the people we marry early in life might not be the best suited for us as we get older.
