“The wedding was cancelled. The directive arrived at your email address barely three days ago.”My heart nearly stopped beating.How could I have cancelled my own wedding? I checked my emails, and sure enough, there it was.Dear Brenda, Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding has been canceled. Please notify all guests and vendors. But that didn’t make sense. It came from my corporate account, which my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together. My mind raced; had Mom and Dad? Can they really…? No, they could not have. They always maintained it was up to me to make my own choices.
Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t treat me this way. I needed to hear it from someone.But my folks were as astonished as I was. “We were on a flight, honey,” my father explained. “I had a business meeting, and your mother came with me. We had nothing to do with this. We received Brenda’s cancellation and merely wanted to give you your space.” “I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.” That’s when I realized Rasmus was the only other person who would have access to both my business and personal email accounts. The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the opposite end of the aisle.I asked Jess to drive me home, prepared for replies. I needed to know what was going on and how everything unfolded without my knowledge. I walked into our small flat and there he was. Rasmus is sitting on the couch eating breakfast. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was wearing sweatpants, spectacles, and had wavy hair. His normal armor of being well-dressed, wearing contacts, and sweeping his hair into his distinctive style was lacking.”You canceled our wedding?” I inquired before he could respond.Rasmus did not even bother to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because he realized three days ago that, as much as he loved me, he was not prepared for marriage. So he panicked. “I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he told me. “I anticipated you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up occurred, you’d want to look into it. “I thought it would take the heat off me.” As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized my parents were correct. Rasmus was not the person for me. Even though it stung, I was relieved he did it. So, here I am, staring at my wedding gown, wondering what to do with it.
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