What went wrong with your happily-ever-after?
I’ve always said the Hub and I have a relationship based on the two purest human feelings: pity and hunger. Back in our college days, I was cooking a traditional Thanksgiving dinner at our apartment when my roommate Max took pity on a pair of grad students she knew would be alone on the holiday, and dragged them to our flat for turkey dinner. One was a tall thin guy who didn’t say two words to me but ate everything that came within reach. We were married two years later. You could say we lived happily-ever-after and you’d be right (as I explained here).
But actually, I’ve always felt a bit sorry for those fairy-tale endings. What really happened after Prince Charming slid on that slipper? Did their kids run naked through the throne room? Did the dog throw up the first time they had the King and Queen over for dinner? Did Cinderella blow her first big powerpoint presentation, or did Prince Charming actually give her a new microwave for their first anniversary present? I really hope so, because it’s the things that go wrong we remember the most.
In the lead up to our own wedding, for example, my husband’s deadline for submitting his PhD thesis loomed. My mother was typing it—yes, on a manual typewriter because we’re that old—and everyone was proofreading. My uncle, an airforce chaplain who was going to perform the ceremony, arrived expecting to discuss the sanctity of marriage. Instead, he was handed two chapters on monetary theory and told to mark any typos.
My soon-to-be Hub would look up occasionally to mutter that if he didn’t get the thesis submitted, he couldn’t get married. Each time, my father would go out to the garage and start working on one of the cars. My mother took a break from typing to look at the wedding dress I’d found in a charity shop, a retro cocktail-length sheath in pink lace. She cried, gave the dress to the sister who was going to be my maid of honor, grabbed another sister, and they went out to buy a (white) wedding dress.
The thesis was typed and posted by courier to barely meet both academic and wedding deadlines. The cars had never been in better shape. My uncle paused in the wedding ceremony for a little speech about how marriage is like a thesis, which made my father cry and my mother laugh. And every time I looked up during the wedding, my sister would point to the beautiful pink lace dress she was wearing, and mouth, “Mine.” She kept the dress, I kept the Hub, and we all kept the memories.
So how about you? What went wrong with your HEA?
Please let me know your own love story, or one of your favorite happily-ever-after glitches.
Of course, if you’re a sucker for a good HEA (like me!), you can’t do better than the happily-ever-after roadblocks in the latest releases by three of my favorite writers, Melinda Huber, Kassandra Lamb, and Patricia Sands. See below and my next two blog posts for another lightning round of reviews!
Review 1:
Wedding Bells in Switzerland: A Fabrian Books Feel-Good Novella (Lakeside series Book 5) by Melinda Huber
- Genre: Romance Novella
- Author: Melinda Huber
- Publisher: Fabrian Books 2019
Blurb:
A wedding… that’s a happy time with love and laughter and catching up with old friends – isn’t it? But Stacy has problems she didn’t anticipate when it comes to organising this one.
The mother of the bride has been watching too many old films, something is troubling the bridesmaid, and above all, a mysterious guest called MJ is about to descend on the hotel – but Stacy and Rico have no idea who it is. And that’s before the emergency services of two countries start getting involved…
And even when the honeymoon starts in the lovely Bernese Oberland, it isn’t long before blue lights and sirens have Stacy’s pulse racing again. Surely wedding bells have never been this complicated?
If you’ve been following the lovely series of feel-good novellas written by Melinda Huber (psychological thriller writer Linda Huber’s alter-ego), you know about Stacy and Rico’s occasionally rocky but always sweet love story, from their meeting when young (and engaged, and English) nurse Stacy vacations at his family’s struggling hotel in Switzerland. Over the next novellas in the series, they work together to rescue the hotel, deal with eccentric guests, and above all, build on the fragile beginnings of their personal relationship.
It’s a story of the things that go wrong as both Stacy and Rico adapt to changes to the careers they’d imagined, adjust to challenges as Rico deals with the death of the beloved mother whose vision had guided their family-owned hotel, Stacy faces the end of her engagement and life in England, and above all, the couple accepts the challenges to building a life that unites two very different backgrounds.
As their wedding date approaches, they face financial worries, family pressures, personal doubts, and a series of cryptic messages from the mysterious “MJ”. But—as with every good wedding—it’s the very things that go wrong which will make the memories for the future.
I’ve never been to Switzerland, but the gorgeous and beautifully described setting is almost a character in itself, infusing and lending its romance to Stacy and Rico’s story. And best of all, we see both Rico and Stacy’s personal growth and character development as they move toward their vows.
If you like a sweet romance with growing, imperfect, and well-developed characters, I’d recommend this lovely, breezy series of feel-good, quick-read novellas. But do yourself a favor, and read Stacy and Rico’s whole story in the Lakeside Series.
jenanita01 said:
I like to believe in HEA, but they have not happened to me, yet!
Still time, though…
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barbtaub said:
Take another look at that barefoot princess photo. Maybe you’re ahead of the game…
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jenanita01 said:
I am barefoot most of the time!
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lindahuber said:
Thank you very much, Barb – and do come to Switzerland sometime! It’s fabulous!
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barbtaub said:
After reading this charming series, it’s definitely on my list!
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Darlene said:
I love this! I met my Prince Charming and he whisked me off to England to get married and well you know the rest. Still living the HEA 42 years later. Someone asked how many happy years we had been married. I said 18. Hubby said, “What, it’s been 42.” I said, “I know, but he asked how many happy years. Only 18 have been happy.” I’m amazed he’s still talking to me.
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barbtaub said:
Bwahahah! Now that was a true coffee-spitter. I’m pretty sure I will have to steal that line.
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Darlene said:
You are welcome to it!
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Andrew Joyce said:
You sure know how to write a lead-in to a review. No one does it better.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks Andrew!
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Lucinda E Clarke said:
Barb, I have sent you a pm on Facebook.
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barbtaub said:
I’ve just downloaded your “Unhappily Ever After”. It’s been on my TBR list for a while, so clearly the time has come to find out all of Fairyland’s dirty little secrets. Can’t wait!
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The Lockwood Echo said:
Where’s the fun in it all being perfect? How boring would that be? And how few blogs would exist! My HEA story started 15 years ago when I applied for a job that didn’t exist and ended up working in a shop I didn’t want to work in. 😉
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barbtaub said:
And…?
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The Lockwood Echo said:
Oh! Still together 🙂 And happy. Hoping Ever After is a few years away yet 😉
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joylennick said:
Hi Barb, Lots of giggles this end. We’ve made it for 66 years, believe it or not.. ..The arrangements for the wedding would have made a super farce: it was a ‘mixed marriage’ so complications, already. M-i-l “Don’t sit your Aunt Sarah next to Uncle Moisha…Oi!” etc., I wrote a blog about it ages ago. Great fun, xx
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barbtaub said:
Blog link please!
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quiall said:
My HEA story isn’t mine but I am one of the results! My Mother picked my Father up in a bar. Hee Hee Hee! It was 1945, the war was over and service men were returning home. My Mother was a volunteer at a canteen where coffee and sandwiches were offered. Her job was to make sure the servicemen were comfortable in her role as a hostess. She approached one of the men my Father was sitting with, they talked and ended up dating for a short time. Then my Father asked her out. They dated for 4 years and were married for 58.
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barbtaub said:
🥰 What a lovely story!
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tidalscribe said:
With my mother’s many comments on life over the years I had no romantic illusions about marriage – her words? ‘I’m coming back as a man next time… I am going to have pets, not children next time round… never marry a man thinking you can change him…’ Mum’s father supposedly asked his future son-in-law if he knew what he was letting himself in for.
Having fun is better than romance anyway and we have also been married 42 years.
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barbtaub said:
😂 just before our wedding, my wonderful soon-to-be mother-in-law looked me very seriously in the eyes and said, “It’s not my fault. He came out that way.”
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joylennick said:
Tee hee. Earlier on…. my future m-i-l asked my then fiance, her son: “Choose between us. Gol on, choose! He chose me and.I wasn’t allowed in the house for six months…….xx
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insearchofitall said:
Oh goodness, what a great afternoon read. I’ve tried twice with no HEA but I have 2 of the greatest kids and a roof of my own. No regrets. Loved the snow white photo. Also love all the comments. My mouth hurts now, Grinning doesn’t come natural to me. 🙂
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JT Twissel said:
Everything went wrong with my HEA! But I can’t say it was all the other party’s fault. We were too young. I like a good romance every now and then, especially if they have a slice of the unexpected.
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priscillaking said:
My HEA was a great one while it lasted. Bright Young Thing flat-sitting for geriatric patient on weekends, having fun playing the dating game with other cute 30yo. Patient’s younger brother actually caring for patient during week, sought after by other 50yo. Became friends because nobody ever thought we could be a couple. Sat with each other’s sick relatives, moved furniture and worked together. Got used to saying “Yes? We are both part British and part ‘Indian’,” though not in the same sense of the words.
Eventually a stalker forced him to get Caller ID so I picked up and said “Were you trying to reach my husband?” She wanted a green card marriage, and soon left the U.S.
“You realize that under D.C.’s current law, unless you’re secretly married to someone else, we could now be married? You could have to get a divorce from me if you wanted to marry someone else. I wouldn’t be that way of course. I just wanted you to know what can happen when people just do friends favors in this weird city.”
After giving this some thought I said “Why don’t we just be married?”
So we were. Quite happily, for about ten years, until we realized he’d probably had multiple myeloma the whole time. (We’d been working the cardiovascular health program, which basically requires people to enjoy being nice to each other, but does not cure MM.)
If I ever publish that rom-com-mystery I’ve mentioned writing for all these years…he was the mystery reader who suggested the plot. I only wish he’d stayed here to help edit the book as it grows.
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Jennie said:
You always make me laugh!
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