What I Was Really Thinking When I Decided To Say “I Do” to a Rich Older Man: Part 2

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.

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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.