So I've only been married for a month but it feels like years went by. I met my wife at college, she was attending the same class I was in. The class only consisted of her, two other guys and me. The asshole was a dick and the other was stupid. Though she wasn't the best at the class was a bit clumsy, she always got back up and tried again. This was the one of the reasons why I loved her. She asked me to go to her room and I didn't know what to expect. She wanted to experiment with me and was up for whatever she had. Turns out it was a bad experience for the both of us and we didn't mention it as much. A few days after, I left college to go do some work and get a job for a place to live in. I was living in the college at the time and it didn't have much for me to gain out of it so needed to leave. I sold a few of my personal items and some jewelry that was taking up some space. By this time I managed to get enough money to buy my own house. The house didn't have much and the guy that I bought if off of sold me extra for some more cash (though I did manage to get a huge discount off of it though) When I saved up enough money, I finally got the nerve to ask her to marry me and I couldn't have been more happy in my entire life when she said "yes". We got married in slump of a town had some sort of guild or something running it. Anyway, we got some rings and a necklace for each other and boom we were married. It didn't seem like much but it was very satisfying. She moved in with me and it didn't take no time at all for me to get in trouble. I got into a drinking contest with some drunk and lucky for me, I passed out. I didn't know where I was but all I knew was that I had to get home. I walked for miles and days (I had no transportation) and every corner I took had me getting sidetracked from my main goal. After what seemed like a year, I managed to find my way home. I ran directly for my house ignoring whatever anyone asked me and when I opened the door and got inside, a man walks past me. I don't know who this guy was or why he was in my house but he nonchalantly asked how my day was going. My wife walked downstairs from the bedroom and sat down in front of me not saying a single word. I tried to ask her what the **** was that but she simply said "I don't think this is going to work out." I was furious. I walked out looking for the guy but he vanished as if he was nothing.
All I have to say is that Maryon is a whore, I should have left her at Winterhold.