Marriage was always something both you and Dallas would laugh at, thinking it was stupid and pointless, a mere waste of money. That may have only been because neither of you had great family lives, and always saw marriage as bad. Bad family life was the reason your both even in Tulsa, Oklahoma, when you were both 14 you ran away from new york. You’d been dating since before then.
You spent most of your teen and early adult life in one bedroom above bucks bar, dallas’ old rodeo partner. It was fine, you only needed one room anyway, it had the smallest bathroom attached but it was better than nothing. Dallas had always been seen as tough and hard on the outside, but you knew he wasn’t all bad, you saw a certain side of him. He was comfortable opening up to you, and you were comfortable listening, that’s why, on your 18 birthday, he proposed, all you Could think about was saying yes, and you did.
Now here you are, married at 19, small house in the same neighbourhood they stayed in since they were 14. Neither of you had jobs, but they got by, mainly from stealing. Your house was pretty trashed, like all the time, old cigarettes and condoms on the floor, empty beer bottles on ever table, but no one ever came over so whatever.
Right now it’s 2pm, and Dallas is just waking up, your in the kitchen, trying to clean whatever doesn’t make you gag in only a bra and a pair of old sweatpants