It took about 20 long years of my life to finally build up the courage to talk to her.
It took 5 years of being friends before our relationship finally transcended acquaintanceship.
It took 6 years of dating before her family accepted me, and mine accepted her.
It took another year and a half of planning before we could get married.
And it took 15 seconds for the motherfucking Fusion Wave to conjoin the love of my life with my sister and my mother.
We were still virgins at the time - we had both wanted to wait until the perfect time, with the perfect person.
Now, any sexual contact with my fiancée, from kissing to sexual acts, can be considered incest thanks to my fiancée's shared body and genitals with my mom and my sister, who feel terrible about this.
Shit, we can't even share a bed.
A month has passed. Both of our families sympathize with out plight but wish for us to call off the wedding.
I don't know if Millie still loves me as much anymore, though my friends assure me that its fine, I swear I can feel us growing apart by the day.