Why I Was So Scared Standing at the Altar with a Rich Older Man on Our Wedding Day

The grooms­men entered first, escort­ing the moth­ers and then the brides­maids, all tak­ing their places on either side of the dec­o­rated white trel­lis. Our two flower girls entered next, pulling a wagon dec­o­rated with flow­ers and pil­lows around our six-month old baby girl, dressed in a pretty white dress with a cham­pagne col­ored bow.

Finally, it was our turn—I was finally going to marry the older man of my dreams. The string quar­tet started play­ing our song, “With or With­out You” by U2. My step­fa­ther Jim couldn’t hear it, because he was mostly deaf and for­got his hear­ing aids. So I nudged him and off we went. As we entered through the French doors of the build­ing, my eyes quickly scanned the entire room. Every­thing was in place, just as I imag­ined it.

We walked in slowly as the song played; I started to cry so instead of try­ing to look at every­one, I looked down at the floor. As we got closer to the altar, I looked up to see Kee­gan stand­ing there, smil­ing at me, tears in his eyes, too.

We finally made it; after every­thing we had been through, we were finally here. Jim handed me off to Kee­gan and walked back to his seat next to my mom. As the cer­e­mony began, I could tell some­thing was wrong. Kee­gan and the grooms­men were all whis­per­ing mes­sages down the line and back before Rob, who was stand­ing at the very end, dis­ap­peared into the back room. Kee­gan and Richard kept point­ing to Richard’s wed­ding ring and I real­ized what Kee­gan was say­ing. “We for­got the rings!”

I just started laugh­ing hys­ter­i­cally and loudly. I laughed so hard that Mike had to stop the cer­e­mony, because at this point the entire bridal party was laugh­ing. Finally, Rob had the rings and every­one set­tled down. Kee­gan and I turned to face each other and took each other’s hands.

Mike, my step­brother, began read­ing our vows. It wasn’t long before there was a prayer, and then another, and then another. I had only agreed to one prayer, but I was get­ting ready to say some­thing, Kee­gan squeezed my hand and pulled me just a lit­tle closer to him.

Finally, we said “I do” and kissed. Kee­gan was sweat­ing bul­lets. As we turned to face our fam­i­lies and friends, we were both radi­antly smil­ing. Tears rolled down my face as we walked out of the recep­tion hall to the string quar­tet play­ing “Viva la Vida” by Coldplay.

Kee­gan held me close, kiss­ing me once we made it out­side. Finally, we had our wed­ding toast speeches, food was served, and we danced the rest of the night. Because we had our wed­ding on a Sun­day, most peo­ple didn’t stay past 8 p.m., thank­fully too, because we were all wiped.

Kee­gan and I headed home while our baby spent one more night with my in-laws. On the way, we stopped at Mt. Wash­ing­ton all dressed in our wed­ding out­fits. We just sat together and rem­i­nisced about our first date, his pro­posal, and now our wed­ding day.

I knew Kee­gan had been drink­ing at the recep­tion, but it wasn’t until we were sit­ting along after it was all over that he made a sur­pris­ing con­fes­sion. He was appar­ently pretty drunk dur­ing the cer­e­mony too, because he was afraid that I was going to run off at the last minute. His rea­son­ing was that he wanted to be numb before get­ting dumped at the altar, but yet again, he says I sur­prised him. Through­out our May-December rela­tion­ship, I dumped him sev­eral times, but I would never leave some­one at the altar. I under­stood where he was com­ing from, so decided not to make a big deal out of it. Every­thing ended up work­ing out the way it was sup­posed to.

We some­how man­aged to get a ton of ran­dom pic­tures from five dif­fer­ent cam­eras, and it wasn’t until four years into our mar­riage that we got the high-resolution pic­tures of our wed­ding from John. It truly was a very lovely event, on a smaller bud­get, at my request. Kee­gan loves that about me. We could have done a lot more, and spent a lot more money, but look­ing back, it was the per­fect wed­ding for us.

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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.