(A/N: I'm going to try and make this short so that I can make sure that it gets finished, if you guys like it I'll make sure that this gets update all day)
A woman’s wedding day is supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life. It’s supposed to be filled joy and bliss which would be the blue print for wonderful new memories. On a woman’s wedding day she is supposed to look at the man she is about to marry and smile because she knows she has found the person who will ………..
“Melissa what the hell are you doing in there the ceremony is about to start in five minutes and you still haven’t gotten dressed yet!” My best friend Harlem yelled through the closed door of my hotel room interrupting me trying to finish up my personalized vow to my fiancé and soon to be husband Chris.
I was supposed to have done this s*** weeks ago and it didn’t help that I was having a serious case of writers block. I wanted everything that I was going to say to him to be perfect but at this moment I had no idea what perfect even was.
“This is my day and those motherf****** are just going to have to wait” I screamed back at her.
I sucked in a deep breath and balled up the paper I had started writing on. Part of me felt filled with anxiety and guilt because things weren’t going according to plan. All of the emotions that I had buried within me after Chris proposed to me were now flooding back out and to make matters worse there was a room filled with 500 of my guest waiting for me to walk down the aisle and I was nowhere near ready.
I can’t help but wonder how time flew by and slipped away from me. Why didn’t anybody warn me that there was a chance that I could feel all of these emotions at once and lastly was saying yes to marrying Chris a mistake.