Welcome to Marriage Or Something Like It. As with all of my other stories, this one is un-beta'd. This story will be dealing with grief, and mental as well as physical abuse, so if you are easily triggered and if this bothers you, please don't read this.


A/N: Doesn't belong to me. Nope. All credit for Twilight goes to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just borrowing her characters.


Prologue

When Edward Masen moved to Forks, Washington, when I was in the ninth grade, my life changed forever. He caught my eye, I caught his eye. We were a couple ever since I worked up the nerve to introduce myself. He was wonderful, beautiful, sweet and caring with a wonderful crooked smile that always made my day. I never knew what he saw in me, but it didn't matter, he was the love of my life and I couldn't believe I was walking down the aisle to become his wife.

Everything was perfect, most impart to his wonderful mother Elizabeth. The lights were set just right, so that there wasn't too much glare for the photographer, romantic enough for our moment to shine. The soft cream coloured fabric that clung to walls contrasted perfectly against the dark chestnut coloured walls. I didn't know a thing about organizing or decorating for a wedding, but this, this was perfect beyond words. I truly did love my soon to be mother in-law. The setting was just that it made me anxious to be down the aisle and be Mrs. Isabella Masen already.

The guests filled the hall, most of them I didn't know, but I spotted my own mother and father easily. My mother was sobbing softly on her husband, Phil's, shoulder, while my father smiled at me with tears in his eyes. After my mom remarried, my father decided to move to Chicago to be closer to Edward and I. I was his only child and we were very similar, which made us very close. I also had lived with Charlie in Forks, Washington, my whole life, only visiting my mom, in Jacksonville, Florida, on holidays and when she and Phil got married.

Edward had moved us to Chicago so his father could expand his successful law firm to their home town. Edward had a knack for being successful in anything he did, so of course his father thought it would be best that he ran the Chicago branch of his law firm. I wasn't too keen on the idea, but I also couldn't fathom the idea of being away from Edward. And so it was that I would live and be married in Chicago.

The wedding. Back to the wedding, and my wonderful mother in-law. She confided in me before the wedding that she hadn't been feeling well, and to excuse her if she disappeared during the reception. I told her to think nothing of it, she had done so much already and I'm sure we could handle a couple hours entertainment on our own. She was so grateful, it almost made me feel guilty that she did most of the work on her own son's wedding. I offered her my gratitude and she left the reception hall.

Edward and I danced the night away, only letting go of each other to dance with a few relatives and our parents. As the evening was coming to a close, I realized Edward Sr. was nowhere to be seen, and my Edward told me not to be worried about it, his father was most likely with his mother, or taking care of some business.

It was time to leave to our hotel and we were getting ready to sneak away from our guests, when Edwards father burst through the hall doors, tears streaming down his face. Right away my Edwards face fell and his shoulders slumped, the aura of celebration leaving him. He was close to his parents and he didn't like either of them to be anything but happy. Edward Jr. rushed to Edward Sr.'s side and pulled him to a table. The other guests didn't quite know what to do, and milled about, mumbling quietly to themselves. I couldn't hear what my husband and father in-law were talking about, but I knew it wasn't good.

The life was completely gone from both the men's faces. My Edward's face was as white as a ghost and his fathers was gaunt and sallow. My heart dropped and I barely noticed any of the guests any more. Something was horribly wrong. I finally gathered enough courage to walk to my husband, and then I knew. Elizabeth Masen was dead.

The night my wonderful mother in-law died, was the same night my marriage went to hell.


Well what did you think? Please review. Constructive criticism is welcomed.

Oh and I'm also looking for a beta for this story, if you think you can help me...it would be greatly appreciated.