I recently had my wedding, and we woke up together, happy to be getting married. Then, my soon-to-be husband received a text from his mother. Disclaimer: his mother had waist-length black hair.
It’s a photo of her. She cut and colored her hair exactly like mine—shoulder length, brown with blonde streaks. I was livid!
Of all days to color your hair! And to do it on my wedding day. Fine, I let it go and decided to just forget it. Finally, it’s the moment we all have been waiting for. I’m walking to the aisle, and we reach the front.
The parents were called up so we all could recite a vow together. (Our wedding was held in front of a river bank, mind you.) His mother then walked around me near the pastor instead of being with the other parents near the groom.
Then, she proceeded to scream and fall. She grabbed my hair as she fell, and I fell with her inches away from the riverbank. My moment… Ruined.
She got up, laughed, and walked away while I was on the ground, trying not to cry. To be honest, I don’t remember anything else from the ceremony. I was seeing red.
We no longer speak to one another. And I will forever refuse to talk to that woman. My husband stands by me on that decision. To this day, when I think about my wedding, I tear up.
She ruined it and didn’t even feel sorry for it. And those of you who say she fell and couldn’t help it—after watching our wedding video, I learned that her husband and the pastor were holding her arms. She deliberately stepped back and fell.
