I lose the fight inside me because I’m defeated in more battles than just getting Penelope up to the hotel room tonight. Somehow, my life has spun out of my control, and I’m not sure how to right myself. Lately I feel as if I’m on the teacup ride, and it just keeps spinning and spinning, and there’s no chance to get my bearings. Maybe it’s just wedding jitters, and once it’s over, and we’re on our honeymoon, all this dread and anxiety will go away. I sure hope so.
