I don’t remember who said “I love you” first.
I don’t like looking at my wedding photos. There, I said it. It’s not that they aren’t beautiful, objectively they are. Rather, it’s that the story they tell is incomplete.
I have been there through all the boyfriends. There was the high school sweetheart, the guy(s) with the hot body, the occasional douche, the one you were too good for, and the flings in between.
“I vow to always make time for you and to initiate occasional date nights (and intimate midnights) with you, no matter how stressful and busy life becomes.”
Sometimes the unexpected can bring joy; and sometimes it can bring pain, but either way what you expect very rarely turns out to be what actually happens.
For many of us, the wedding night comes with it a lot of expectations about what should happen and how it should unfold.
It solidified everything I already knew – my marriage is over. I have no proof outside of tucked away divorce papers to ever let you know he was in my life.
“Suddenly there is a pretty heavy, non-churchy beat pounding through the loudspeakers…Y’all, the groom RAPPED his vows, and not well, he even took a moment to make sure the crowd were on their feet!”
Whatever you and your fiancé decide to do for your special day just make sure it’s your decision and try not to get caught up in all of the “should’s” of wedding planning.
“He couldn’t get the right angle to get in and had a premature detonation.”