I was about to get married that day. I was in the church with all the guests, my relatives, and Brad’s relatives and friends. But he didn’t show up. Everybody asked me what happened but I just looked at his parents and my eyes swelled up with tears. His mother came to me.
”Anne, I am so sorry. I am not so sure what happened. He was thinking all day yesterday but never mentioned anything.”
But I just embraced my mom and sobbed. All was set. The wedding, the reception, our new house, and our honeymoon.
When I came home from that horrific ordeal, I cried myself to sleep. I texted, messaged, and emailed him for reasons and answers to all my questions and pain. Why did it ever have to come to the wedding? He could have said something before.
When I woke up, I knew I had to do something. We
