Mrs. ChicagoDimCorner?

We got married on November 5th. It was a Thursday, so I took a day off and was back to work on Friday.
It was a very small ceremony, if you even consider it a ceremony.
We went to the courthouse in Joliet, IL and paid $10. We waited for an hour and then a judge in an empty court room read us stuff, asked us the question. We said I do. Then we repeated after the judge, vowing to stick by each other, through sickness and health, richer and poorer, yada yada...
Then we kissed.
We took pictures.
And off we went to eat.

It could've been a more pleasant day, without all of the drama that was going on between me and my parents.
Without my dad's push on the (again) prenup and his extravagant, impersonal and expensive ideas on the wedding reception while I want a small one.
Without my mom's silence treatment to me and her risen up blood pressure when I suggested (just a suggestion!) that we just have a pastor blesses us here instead of in Jakarta.
Again... just a suggestion!!!
And she was so dissapointed, with tears, she demanded to have a wedding reception back home.
Uhm... this is just a suggestion, by the way, no need to get all freaked out.
Sigh, I really began to think that my wedding was their fantasy wedding. A big Cinderella wedding that they didn't have.

I don't know if I have always been this private, but that last scene in Runaway Bride is the perfect scenario for me. Just the the wedding officiant, the bride and the groom, on top of a green hill.
Perfect.
But of course, that didn't happen. And it will not happen.

I'm happy to be married to ChicagoDimCorner, though. I have never been so sure about anything else in my life, despite my brother's separation from his wife, Prince Charles' infidelity, Tom Cruise's and Nicole Kidman's divorce, Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, Britney Spears and Kevin Federline, Jennifer Anniston and Brad Pitt, Elizabeth Taylor's and Richard Burton (twice!).
I'm sure we will be the anomaly, and will surpass all the hurdles in life.

That afternoon, we took Bandit to the doctor because he had eye infection. That's why if you see in all my civil wedding pictures, Bandit was squinting.
The trip to the doctor was short but that was the first time that day that I have some time alone with my husband, without relatives, without cameras, without people nagging about anything.
I said to him: So... do I refer to you as my husband now? Or still a fiance?
ChicagoDimCorner said firmly: Husband, of course.
Then I asked: And as what are you going to refer me?
He said: my woman.
I said: Hm,... fine... just like a caveman, huh? Grunt.. grunt.. my woman. By the way, I want to change my name. My dad asked if I'm going to change it to my last name hyphen your last name. But, I think I'm going to strip off my last name, and adopt yours completely.
He just smiled and said jokingly, whichever you will comfortable with, woman.

After the doctor visit, we walked to a small pathway in the woods right next to the doctor's office. We walked there in silence with Bandit, we held hands. And it dawned to me, I got married. I got married to a guy who loves me and understands my quirks and, let's face it, accepts my other hundred of mental disorders.

And it doesn't really matter what other people want, at the end of the day, when all the people are gone, it will be only me, ChicagoDimCorner and Bandit.
Nothing else matters.
And now, we are a family.
And in the chilly air in the woods, I felt warmth in my chest.

Fifth day.... will passed in 10 minutes.

Only the fourth day, and I need a hug.
Fourteen more days to go.