Here comes the bride... and there she goes!
The invitations are sent, the food has been ordered, and the wedding chapel has been decorated. Now you just have to take a walk down the aisle with your friends and family watching and say “I do.” But you know that little weird feeling in the pit of your stomach that has been growing and growing as the wedding drew nearer? It’s making your legs weak, unable to move anywhere. You know you just can’t go through with the wedding.
It may be the most embarrassing moments in the lives of these people who decided that they couldn’t go through with it, but it all worked out in the end. Check out the stories of these Redditors who bailed.
Not at the altar, but I bailed just two days before we were headed to city hall.
It was a green card marriage. On our second date she mentioned that her visa was expiring in six months, and I jokingly proposed to her. We continued dating, were falling for each other, and that proposal became much more real as the deadline approached. I backed out at the last minute because we just didn’t agree on a few details. Living arrangements and finances were easy. What couldn’t be negotiated was how seriously either of us wanted to take those vows.
I wanted to at least attempt to be a married, monogamous couple. She didn’t really want to commit to that. If she falls deeper in love, great. If not, we’re just roommates. I miss her, but I think I dodged a bullet. I believe she would have vanished on me at some point, and I could be in a real jam over immigration crime. (Scrappy_Larue)
Didn’t technically leave him at the altar but ten days before the wedding I found out he was sleeping with someone else. Took me two days to decide not to get married. Then over the next three weeks I discovered he was a sex addict and had been seeing other people for the entire nine years we were together. Got reeeeeaaal close to being stuck in that nightmare. Thankful every day that I didn’t go through with it. (eileen8667)
Bless Your Heart
Not quite at the altar, but I was left several weeks befote my wedding. And by left, I mean my fiance insisted he was stressed out with work and needed some time… when in reality he wanted to move his new, pregnant girlfriend into our house while I was out of town. SO. The initial aftermath was indescribable, frankly – about 85% of our wedding was set up – calling and explaining this to vendors was a total blast. I lived in and was getting married in the South, so if I never hear “oh bless your heart” again, it’ll be too soon. Not to mention the crippling depression I fell into and loss of a whole life I had built with someone I had trusted. I didn’t leave my parent’s house for over a month afterward.
I also had to deal with my family AND his, and our friends – since he felt no reason to explain this to his side or anyone else, and just assumed I’d do it or they’d figure it out (?). To say it was a disaster is a huge understatement. I’m still recovering (mostly financially), but therapy has done wonders. My ex has a lot of mental issues and hid them well, and I’ve gotten to a place where I know I’m better off and dodged a huge bullet. I also recently started seeing a man who makes my heart race when he walks into a room. It’s a beautiful thing. (falto1)