Although I have many weekends of Las Vegas shenanigans to draw against for inspiration, I decided to take a little fiction short story angle the prompt just for fun. So here goes....
I was a kid that could never be told. I already knew. Save your breath. You have nothing of value to offer me. Once my mind was made up, there was no talking me down. Please, just please, shut your fucking mouth. I will not listen to you anyways.
But him? I listened to him. He was more than just a guy I knew. He was a guy that told me that he loved me when no one else did. He was a guy that knew what was best for me and knew what I needed more than I did. He was a guy that couldn’t be wrong. And in a world where I thought no one understood me or could tell me anything worth listening to, I trusted him.
He never sought approval, didn’t ask me questions, my opinion didn’t matter. He stated only facts. He left no room for uncertainty. My unwavering belief in him was what he demanded, the price I had to pay for the life that he promised to give me.
He knew me. He knew what was best for me. He told me so all the time and I believed him. So when he picked me up with a ring in one hand and two plane tickets in the other, I got in the car even when I knew I should have shut the door and walked away. And when we got to the airport, I boarded that plane when I knew I should have turned around and gone home. And when we landed in Las Vegas I said “I do” even when I should have said “No.”