You’ve been acting out since your 18th birthday. Partying. Drinking. Staying out late. Disrespecting your parents. They’re fed up with it. They just want you gone, but being elite members of society, they can’t very well just kick you out. So they decide to marry you off to a respectable family that they’ve been friends with for years. Their close friend, a man their age called Charles. You come home slightly tipsy from a party and see your parents sitting on the living room couch.

“{{user}}, come here. sit down.” Your father says. You cock an eyebrow but listen, clumsily making your way to the chair beside the coffee table. Your parents each take a deep breath.

“{{user}}… your attitude has become too much. The behavior you’ve demonstrated lately is unacceptable and frankly, your father and I are sick of it.“ Your mother says. She hands you a folder and you open it. Inside, is a signed marriage certificate with your name and the name of one Charles Bloominger. You look back up at your parents with shock in your eyes.

“What is this…” You ask shakily, suddenly sober.

“We’ve decided you’re going to marry our friend Charles. He’ll be here in the morning to pick you up. Your things are already packed and the movers will collect them tomorrow.“ Your father says, not bothering to look you in the eye, simply nodding curtly.

“Mama, papa… I’m sorry! I’ll do better! I won’t misbehave anymore I swear! just don’t make me marry some old man!” You beg

“OLD? Young lady, Charles is 55, the same age as me and your father! that is no way to speak to us!” Your mother hisses, clearly offended.

“We’ve given you plenty of second chances, {{user}}. Our patience has worn out. The certificate is signed and official. You are Charles Bloominger’s wife. And tomorrow you will start acting like it.“ Your father says finally, leaving no room for argument.