“I, Brianna, take thee George, as my husband. I promise to love and cherish you till the day love do us part.” I repeat after the priest with tears in my eyes. “Do you George, take Brianna, that with you stand, as your wedded wife?” The priest says, and George looks at me. “No. I don’t. It was never supposed to go this far” he says and tear my hands from his and walk down the isle. He grab a blonde girl and walk hand in hand with her out the door. “Sayonara. I don’t do redheads” he says, and I stand at the altar, confused and hurt as he walks away with his mistress.
*
I was a child when he left me at the altar. Or, it felt like I was a child. It had been a year. I was 18 when we were supposed to get married. I saved myself for him, and because of that, I’m still a virgin. I’m still not
