I had been organizing my dream wedding for three months. According to my ideas, it was supposed to leave the most vivid emotions in my life. But it was much worse than that. Two weeks before the wedding, the groom was hit by a car. He was badly bruised. He came to the registry office with his head bandaged. Our registration was scheduled for 11 o’clock, so I invited a hair and makeup artist at 7. Not only was she late, but she turned me into a street girl. I wanted to wash off my makeup and cry.
I pulled myself together and went to the registration. It was terribly cold outside, I froze and turned blue in the color of the dress. When I chose the dress, I thought that the blue color would look unusual, but I looked like a scarecrow. The photographer tried to make beautiful shots, but he failed. It was because the wind was in the way, and my relatives were in a hurry to get to the restaurant because it was so windy. The guests also upset me. My best friend, who was a witness, came in drunk. She tried to climb on the table to dance during the whole celebration. My husband’s sister wished me to have almost ten children in every toast.
– Be happy! Dear, don’t spare your figure, give me many nephews!” she said. The wedding ended with my cousins getting upset and starting a fight. It’s been 11 years since the wedding. I have no regrets. I am a happy wife and mother. Of course, I didn’t give birth to ten children, but my husband is happy, and so is his sister. Probably, if I had a chance, I would not change anything. Although I don’t look at photos from the wedding, I don’t want to disappoint myself.
