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My own wedding was 'interesting.' Travel back to the 1970's when wedding sit-down dinners were uncommon. Since my guest list was small, my dad sprang for a sit-down prime rib dinner. The best man spilled au jus on my gown. My husband ripped the hem when we first danced. My youngest brother (then 15 years old) was the person who slid my wedding dress up to reveal the garter.  After the wedding, we departed to our vehicle to set off for our honeymoon in the Poconos. But the car wouldn't start. The same brother confessed to turning on the windshield wipers, the radio, the heater...the battery was dead. My uncle had jumper cables and we were away! When we arrived at our hotel (unaware that the Poconos were famous for honeymoons) we were directed to a room right above the ballroom where a band was playing. Until 2 am. I was sick for the entire ten days. Over the course of a miserable 14 years, I learned just what a monster my husband was. Divorce ensued. I should have heeded the red lights flashing all around me.  |
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