Weddingbee Blog

Hello Bees everywhere,

My story may not be in line with those submitted, but it touches my heart whenever I think of it, so here goes:

When I met my husband-to-be (let’s call him C), I was just coming out of a painful relationship. I was heartbroken and lonely and because misery loves company, I shamelessly took advantage of C’s immediate tenderness and affection. A few days after we met, we went to a club/lounge. I diligently proceeded to get drunk while C paid such eagerness and attention to me, that it still makes me feel sad to think of it now. I barely listened to the words he said.

After I had my fill, C left me to pay for our (well, my) tab. When he returned to our table, he found me passed out with my head against the wall. A big college frat boy type guy was taking pictures of me with his digicam, while his crew of equally large frat boys snickered in the corner. C demanded the camera from him. Frat boy refused. Voices got louder. Threatening words were exchanged. A slight scuffle ensued. The bouncer was called. The noise and chaos awoke me from my drunken stupor and I recall the sight of a large white man, a large black man and a skinny Asian guy (who I now identify as C), all looking extremely pissed. I wondered why. After C explained the situation, the bouncer made Frat Boy hand over the camera and C dutifully deleted the offensive pics.

When I inquired the next the day, C amusingly, embarrassingly, relayed the details. From that point on, I stopped taking advantage of C. I pinpoint that confused, waking moment at the bar as the moment when my definition of love changed: love is when someone who protects you in spite of serious physical harm and stands up for you even when you’re not looking.

J.S.K.