Hey everyone. I’m here to vent, be honest, and maybe tell you a story and ask for help. Yesterday, my best friend Dan and his wife Lauren got married. It was meant to be a beautiful day full of love and happiness, but it turned out to be a nightmare come true.
Dan and I have been friends since high school. During that time, our friendship has stayed friendly and not sexual in any way. Even though this, his new wife Lauren has never really warmed up to me. I’ve always felt this tension on her end, even though I try to be friendly and useful.
It made me feel better that they did invite me to their wedding, which was called a “warm tone garden party.” Since earthy, warm colours were suggested, I thought, “Okay, this is easy enough,” and picked out what I thought was the perfect outfit. I had no idea that the clothes I chose would cause so much trouble. Keep reading, because this story is about to get interesting!
Beautiful weather made it a great day for a yard wedding. I liked how the clothes I wore made me feel. I talked to other guests, took pictures, and really enjoyed the happy event. Lauren was beautiful, and Dan looked happier than I had ever seen him. As the champagne glasses popped and the vows were made, it looked like everything went off without a hitch.
When the ceremony was over and the dinner began, I was ready to relax, laugh at old jokes, and maybe even cry during the toasts. The joy was contagious as people talked about how great the place looked and how cute the couple was. It looked like a night to remember for all the right reasons, but it wasn’t.
When I thought the night couldn’t get any better, things took a big turn for the worse. Lauren pulled me away at the reception, and her face didn’t look at all like the happy bride I had seen walk down the aisle. “I can’t believe you would wear gold to my wedding,” she growled over the happy music.
“You’re not the winner; you’re just trashy!” It was clear how angry she was, and I was speechless, barely able to react. People nearby started to pay attention to Lauren’s words as it got louder, before I had a chance to collect my thoughts or explain my choice.
I felt like I was shrinking right then and there because of how strong her words were. I didn’t understand how a party could go so badly so quickly, and I felt angry and hopeless at the same time. I felt really bad about it.
Lauren turned around quickly, and her movement caught on the dress’s fine fabric just as the tension was building to a peak. The crowd’s noise could be heard over the faint sound of cloth being torn. She made a hasty mistake and fell backwards into a beautifully set table full of vases and flowers.
The crash was both scary and amazing at the same time. Everyone in the room gasped when she fell, and the decorations that were all over her caught everyone’s attention.
The room went quiet as everyone stared in shock at Lauren among the broken glass and flower parts. The happy mood was gone in an instant. It was clear that the bride was upset and embarrassed. She quickly got up and left the scene, tears running down her face as she went.
Dan was frozen for a second because he felt split between being a good host and a worried husband. A mix of shock and sympathy filled the air as the whispers from the crowd got stronger. His face showed a mix of worry and shock as he froze for a moment and then ran after Lauren.
Over time, the welcome came back, but the mood had become less happy. As guests tried to deal with the unexpected drama, they whispered and looked at each other nervously. And as for me, I was left standing there, shocked by how bad what had happened was. In ways that no one could have imagined, the night had become one that would never be forgotten.
Later that night, Lauren called me on my phone, and her voice was shaking with sadness. You made my wedding terrible! This was supposed to be the best day of my life, but you broke it!” She blamed me, but her words were full of hurt and shame.
I listened to her with a mix of surprise and regret as she insisted that I meant to make her look less important by wearing what she thought was gold.
The next day, there were no positive changes. I was shocked when Lauren, who was still very angry, confronted Dan and gave him a choice. “Dan, it’s either her or me.” She insisted, “Knowing you’ll always be there for her is unbearable.” Dan had to choose between his new bride and a friendship that would last forever.
Dan was pulled between his love and his duty, which made him very sad. He came out to me and told me how painful it was for him to think about having to make a choice. Our sad conversation was filled with memories from years ago and the gloomy thought that things might never be the same again.
As soon as the phone rang, I couldn’t help but wonder how much my dress choice really cost and if Lauren was using it as a cover for bigger problems with me.
I noticed that I kept thinking about what had happened after everything had calmed down. Was Lauren’s dislike of me already growing because of what I was wearing, or was it something else? There was no stopping the impact, no matter how hard I tried to fit in and honour their big day.
It became more clear to me that the dress might not have been the real problem after all the more I thought about it. It looked like Lauren was more uncomfortable with the fact that Dan and I were close friends. The stress and emotions of the day may have made her response stronger, but it brought to light a rift that had been growing slowly over time.
Because of the affair, I’m now questioning both how I act and how our relationship works. It hurts to think about how quickly mistrust and confusion could destroy a relationship I cared about. I’m wondering if this event has changed our bond for good or if there is a way to make things right.
Maybe it was my fault that I wore that dress, but I think it’s yours too. Is there something more going on here than just choosing the wrong wedding colour? How are you?
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Nothing was found of my fiancé on the day of our wedding. I talked to him in person. Following two years, Serena’s father tells her that Dave, the groom, has disappeared just as she is about to walk down the aisle. Dave can finally tell Serena why he left when they meet again after two years.
I know that getting married young can make people look down on you because they think you are pregnant.
I thought I had found the love of my life in Dave when I was twenty-four, even though I wasn’t pregnant. We met for the first time in the halls of our college. Dave was studying philosophy, and I was studying biology.
After two years of dating, he asked me to marry him, and I said yes right away. We got right to work on making plans for our wedding. The party we wanted to throw was the best one we had ever had. I could even picture Dave watching from the other end of the aisle as I walked down the aisle in my dream wedding dress. That’s why I bought it.
Everything changed, though, after we carefully planned our wedding for a year.
When the wedding day came around, I felt better than I ever had. I couldn’t help but think of the butterflies I felt the day I met Dave as I put on my shoes in the venue’s changing room.
Anyway, when the ritual was about to begin, I went to the front of the building and stood where my dad would lead me in a few hours. I insisted on a lace curtain being put up at the church door so I could see the people coming in before they saw me. I looked through it. I only wanted to catch a glimpse of Dave, but he wasn’t there.
And my dad said, “Serena.” “Dave isn’t calling back.” It’s been thirty minutes since his parents tried to get in touch with him. Have any events happened?”
I shook my head because I didn’t understand what my dad had said.
“Hey honey, we might have to cancel it.”
My dad heard me and said, “I’ll call him.” “He’ll answer.”
“Serena, his phone is off.”
After that, all I can remember doing is going back to the changing area and putting on the sweatpants I had on before I did my hair and makeup.
I felt like I was numb. I laid on the ground with my wedding dress wrapped around me for at least two hours. They never stopped coming to see me. I was too tired to talk, though. I had texted Dave all day. I had to do something, even though I knew he wasn’t seeing my texts.
Dave hadn’t talked to anyone in a few weeks. His face showed that he had finally decided to put that gap behind him.
Gina, my friend, finally came in and sat down with me. She wiped my teary cheeks with her hands while my makeup was still on them.
“Come on,” she told him. “Let’s get you home.”
It’s been two years since that day, but I still can’t get rid of the fear that I might go through it again. I’m also single and can’t get into another serious relationship.
However, yesterday, by chance, something strange happened. Someone touched my shoulder as I was leaving to meet a friend for lunch. When I turned around, I saw Dave.
He looked older, worn out, and like he had been through a hard time, but he was definitely the man I used to love. His smile was a fuzzy memory of the happiness we had together, but his eyes were full of sadness and longing.
“Serena, I know you hate me.” I would too. Know this, though: I love you and going was my only choice.
“You mean leave me at our wedding?” I found my voice and spoke.
“Give me ten minutes to explain everything, and then you can make up your mind.”
At first, I didn’t want to give him that pleasure because I didn’t think he deserved a moment of understanding. But when I saw how much older he looked than the last time I saw him, I knew I had to find out what had happened.
I texted my friend to let them know I would be late. We sat down on a bench and got coffee to go. I thought that whatever he said would help me put things to rest.
After that, I gave him a chance to explain.
The morning of our wedding, an hour before the service, Dave told us that his doctor had called him. He said that he had some problems in the weeks before the wedding, but that they were because he was stressed about the event.
Dave looked at his shoes and said, “It wasn’t.” “Serena, I was told I have Huntington’s disease, which is a rare genetic disease that is passed down through families. How could I have married you when I knew I had a disease that couldn’t be cured? What’s even worse is that I might be able to give it to our kids?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked in a weak voice.
“I was scared, really scared.” I thought I was protecting you in some way. I know you want kids, even though you’re still very young. I’ve made up my mind not to have kids. “Not when there is a chance that they will get this illness.”
I looked at him from the side. I felt bad that he didn’t tell me about this, but it broke my heart that he had been going through it all by himself.
Dave went on to say that he was seeing a doctor and doing everything he could to control his symptoms. He was also going to therapy to work out his issues and boost his confidence.
“Did you want to find me?” Right now?” I asked, wondering why it had been two years since we had seen each other.
Dave shook his head.
“No, I wasn’t ready.” I knew it was now or never when I saw you, though, so I had to say what I had to say and let you rest.
Even though we still loved each other, it was clear that too much had changed when we talked. Dave was getting better after two years of rebuilding his life and becoming self-sufficient.
I wasn’t able to be his support system because I had just learned about his illness yesterday. I didn’t think this would happen. I knew I would always be thinking when he would leave again.
I finally saw him turn around and leave. A tiny bit of sadness shot through me for the man who used to be my everything.
