“Viv, say something, please. Your facial expressions look like you could kill someone,” said Richard. I just started laughing; what else could I do?
“Well, shit… now what?” I said. It turns out that he had rented two suits and threw this one on just to mess around with me. Thank god. Richard laughed as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder to spin me around before putting me back on the ground. His wife was right there and it looked innocent enough, but his wife had no idea that just two days earlier, Richard had walked in on me and Keegan having sex and had seen me completely naked.
Keegan had been semi-absent all morning and when I finally found him, he was on the phone outside. He had forgotten my dress, veil, shoes, and undergarments at home. More guests were arriving slowly—the wedding was in an hour and it took 45 minutes one way to get to our house. This was turning into a disaster. We decided it would be best for Richard and his wife to go get everything while I got my hair and makeup done.
As I sat in the bridal room doing my own makeup, my mother-in-law let herself in. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” she asked. I explained the situation and she left the room to check on everything else. Not even five minutes later Keegan’s sister came in, followed by my mother, asking a million and one questions about why I wasn’t ready on time.
That’s when I had my one massive meltdown. I apologized profusely after this, because what I said should have never left my private thoughts. “I don’t have a f*cking dress to wear. Keegan forgot everything back at the damn house so everything is literally being held up by the dress I insisted on having for this day. And if one more f*cking person asks me why I’m not dressed yet, I swear to god I will kill them!” Everyone got the hint and left me alone, and about 30 minutes later, I had my dress on and was ready to go—almost two hours late.
There was a lot of talk about me having second thoughts and calling the wedding off. But everything was finally ready. I took a big deep breath and smiled. My stepfather, Jim, who stood at just less than five feet tall at 83 years old, hugged me and told me how beautiful I was. He said that he was honored to walk me down the aisle in place of my biological father, who had passed away.
I started to tear up thinking about my dad and I truly wished that he could have been there on my wedding day. But my father was in his late 60s when I was born—there was a big age difference between him and my mother—and it was in that moment that I realized one of the consequences of age gap relationships.