I was getting married, and my wedding dress was awful. I had a chain mail cape, and it all looked yellowed and discolored. I told my mom that I wanted to get my hair and makeup done beforehand, but she said there would be no time. I asked a friend where a good place to get it done was, and she recommended this place called "esh" (I dunno, guys). I went there and it was just a dress shop. The church where I was getting married was boring and drab, and the guy I was marrying was a dickbag. Right before the wedding was about to start, my mom realized that we had forgotten to get bridesmaids. I was just sitting in a pew, then the music started playing. There had been no rehearsal dinner, so I didn't know where to walk and when. I just stood up and asked to reschedule the wedding.
The actual wedding was okay, but it still sucked. I was thinking that my husband and I were just going to get divorced in two years anyway, and I only wanted one, special wedding in life. Keep in mind that I'm sixteen, and I was basically acknowledging that my marriage with this asshole was going to be over by the time I turn eighteen.