This Was My Story…
My fianc called and he sounded stressed.
At the end of our conversation, he had called the wedding off (again) and our relationship was over.
call the florist, call the restaurant for the reception, cancel the honeymoon, and then call my father? Again?!
I made him tell his father, a pastor, who was going to marry us.
I made him meet me, handed him the guest list and told him to contact everyone that the wedding was off. For good this time.
I made him pay for the bridesmaid’s dresses.
I was SO embarrassed…to my core. Deep down I was pissed off at myself for putting myself in the position to be humiliated.
We were gifted beautiful engraved invitations as a gift from my printer friend I brought them home and he came over.
I made my little speech about being ready. I asked him, if he was ready. He said yes.
I asked him if he was sure. He said yes.
I said, if you postpone this again I am gone, we will never be together again. He said he was sure.
We assembled the invitations and I handed them to him. I looked him in the eye and said, if you are unsure: DO NOT mail these. He said again he was sure.
So, when the phone rang 5 weeks later, I was done. My entire world changed.