The Disaster That Had Me Crying Hysterically Two Weeks Before My Wedding to a Rich Older Man

It was about two weeks before my wed­ding to Kee­gan, my rich older man. The grooms­men, who were all from dif­fer­ent states, had to find a local tuxedo place with the spe­cific col­ors and sheens I had cho­sen. All of the grooms­men and brides­maids were going to be in a red satin, with the bride and groom in cham­pagne and ivory. It was going to be very ele­gant and just like I had always imag­ined it.

Because I was still nurs­ing and work­ing full-time, I ended up being late for my own dress fit­ting appoint­ment by about an hour. As soon as I arrived, the clerk noti­fied me that the seam­stress had already left for the day, and I would need to resched­ule. But I sim­ply couldn’t make it back to this loca­tion again before the wed­ding, since it was about a 45-minute drive one way, and I had far too much to do. I started cry­ing hys­ter­i­cally right there in the store.

My mother, my mother-in-law, my father-in-law, and my fiancé with our new­born child were all there wait­ing for me. They all wanted to see my dress fit­ting and then to see the groom’s tuxedo fit­ting next door. My mom hugged me as she tried to con­sole me.

In all the com­mo­tion, the clerk man­aged to find another seam­stress who had just punched out for the day and was still in the park­ing lot smok­ing. Thank­fully, she agreed to come inside and assist us.

The clerk was gen­uinely nice and try­ing to help, but as soon as we thought dis­as­ter was diverted, another one cropped up. “I’m sorry Miss, but it seems as though some­one has either mis­placed or sold your corset. We don’t have another corset in that size for the style you had selected. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how this happened.”

Out of the large entourage there with me, not a sin­gle word was said. You lit­er­ally could’ve heard a pin drop.

Kee­gan hugged me and asked if there was some­where else I could pur­chase the items, before the clerk inter­rupted with two dif­fer­ent corsets that might work with my dress. Nei­ther of them were a good fit and I had never felt more deflated. I just wanted to go home.

The seam­stress asked me my last name, so I gave her my maiden name. She went back to keep look­ing and about 20 min­utes later, she came out and asked what my mar­ried name would be. A cou­ple min­utes later, the seam­stress returned with my bag with every­thing inside, just as I had put on lay­away. It turns out that the clerk used my mar­ried name instead of my maiden name on the label.

The clerk and seam­stress both helped me get dressed quickly. When I finally had every­thing on and stepped out of the dress­ing room into the cor­ri­dor of mir­rors, there was a larger crowd than when I had started. Two other brides were being held up because of this whole ordeal, so they ended up watch­ing along with my family.

I had never been more ner­vous. I had picked the dress out on my own so nobody had seen it before.

The alter­ations were exactly what I wanted and it fit like a glove. “Oh, you look stun­ning, dear. What did you do right to land your­self this one and where can I get one?” my father-in-law joked with Keegan.

Every­one was smil­ing, includ­ing my mother-in-law, who I was sure was going to hate my dress. It really was the per­fect end­ing to what had been the most stress­ful weeks of wed­ding plan­ning. We were finally in the last stretch before marriage.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.