It was a cold dry morning, at least the weather was on my side.
I wake with dread in my heart, knowing what I’m about to do, will change my life for ever.
How do I go through with marrying a man I don’t love ?
So much money has been spent, how on earth do I back out now. So I get up and off to the hairdressers, get pampered for a while, all the while I’m feeling sicker and sicker.
Fake smile on my face, I state to everyone that I’m nervous and I’m fine. The biggest lie, a girl can tell.
So back to my mums, where everything is in full swing, everyone rushing around getting ready, the photographer would be there shortly.
Why they want photos of me getting ready is beyond me.
Shouldn’t your wedding pictures look stunning, not half-dressed, lol
Any way, all steam ahead, photos being taken, bridesmaids flapping, all getting their knickers in a twist.
Slipping into my dress, omg its way to big, damn, out come the safety pins, a quick pin and tuck and I’m all set.
More bloody photos, god I hate having my photo taken.
Jump in the car, an old classic pile of rust, that has been in robs family and head to hove where the wedding would take place.
I can’t help but burst into tears as we drive, I know deep inside my heart that I’m making a mistake.
Once again putting it down to nerves, I fog off any questions.
Mum and dad, are all smiles. I’m finally off their hands.
We get to my grandparents house and everything is peaceful, apart from my mind and my tummy is making the most strange noises.
I bite the bullet and do what I’m meant to do.
I wed the man who will make my life a living hell.
The wedding all went smoothly and food was damn good.
Speeches, well what can I say, same old story’s, but robs best man did him proud, and yes he bedding the bridesmaid ( sorry Cas )
We didn’t have many friends to the wedding, all family, didn’t know who half of them were.
I was looking forward to the party, where I could kick off the heels, chill, dance and just be me.
In true wedding form, drinks were drunk in mass.
A family fight, wouldn’t be a wedding without one 😉
I slowly got drunk with one of my best mates, the one person I was happy to spend my evening with. No airs and graces need when I’m with him, just the odd look over the shoulder to make sure robs eyes weren’t burning red. He couldn’t stand Alex.
So the wedding comes to an end and I face a future as a wife, hmmmm, should have listened to my own feeling and ran for the hills.