When The Wrong Groom Shows Up

ndo I shared with Mat

tos on the wall, little gifts we' d exchan

put them in a trash bag. My movements were mechanical, detached. The pain was stil

thew stumbled in, half-carryin

sofa, the one I' d spe

e with a half-packed suitcase on the f

a foot bath for her. Her feet are

im, speechless at

into our home, into our bed,

sted grin on his face. "Part of the swap. I take care of her

er of love I might have held for him

ase, the sound loud

e door, rolling the

oing? Don't be so dramatic, Madisyn. You'll come crawling back.

absolute, his arr

essential to my life, that I would swallow this

fter me as I pulled the door

d the door on him, on our life,

my phone buzzed wi

stagram post

jet, champagne glasses in hand. They were

with the one that got away. A weeken

t just cheating; he was broadcasting it, erasing me from the

ely. It was my best friend, S

get to the Grand Bal

, what'

nger. "Your wedding cake. Matthew donated it

lood drain f

the

usted index card before she died. Baking it was my tribute to her, the centerpiece of my dream wedding. I' d

l, most meaningful part

ad given