Well, hive. This is it. It’s the day that I was supposed to become a Mrs. The day I was supposed to wear my fabulous Maggie Sottero Bernadette gown, and walk through a beautiful outdoor garden, say some nice things, exchange some shiny new bling, and celebrate with my husband, family, and friends in a warm and rustic park setting. The day I was planning for over two years. This was supposed to be the best weekend ever. The weather is even perfect for an outdoor wedding (always a freaking gamble in Pennsylvania).
I can say with all certainty that when I broke off my engagement to Monsieur P, I did not expect to feel a whole lot this weekend, or leading up to it. I thought the weekend would come and go like any other, as plans filled in on the days that I had previously left open for wedding festivities. My bridal shower day came and went, the bachelorette party day came and went, and I expected this weekend to be no different.