The texts were dated from months to only days before. My brain simply could not compute WTF was going on. There was no questioning the legitimacy of these messages. I just knew.
Suddenly, little moments added up and I realised I was a fool
“This weekend. You and I. It is on, hot stuff. Bring your A game.”
“Your body is fucking incredible. And shit do you know how to use it. I wish my GF had half the skills you do.”
“I miss you so much. I can’t stop thinking about L, S, F’ing you. I’ve never had this kind of connection before.”
Every word like a dagger in my heart and my wedding was only hours away. How could I cancel when everyone had already travelled to be there and everything was paid for?
Eventually, we tried to go to bed. I didn’t sleep a wink and when dawn finally broke I awoke the girls and told them my decision – I was going to go ahead with the wedding as expected, and ‘out’ him in front of our friends and family.
I walked down the aisle with leaden feet, my dream dress now just a costume. As he saw my face he knew this was not an ecstatic woman on her big day, but he had no idea what was coming. I arrived at the front of the room, took a big breath and I faced our friends, our parents and I told them the truth about Alex.
“There will be no wedding today,” I announced
“It seems Alex is not who I thought he was.”
A ripple of shock went through the crowd and Alex tried to grab my hands but I put down my flowers to reveal my phone in my hand. I read every single message she sent me. With each word, more colour left Alex’s face.
I let my weeping eyes rise and meet his, and he had not one thing to say.
He stalked out of the church with his best man trailing behind him. His family looked on, horrified.
God damn! What a story!
WHEW! Talk about embarrassing. I’ve always wondered what I would do in a situation like that. Not much you can do really except for eat the shame that comes along with it. Just walk off the stage with your head down and text the lady that caused the sparks to fly, I guess.
“So, uhhh, funny story. I’m actually not getting married. LMAO. She found out about the texts and whathaveyou. Anyway, I’m free for the next… forever….”
Horniess has and will always be a tricky thing to get around. Sometimes you’re just so fucking horny and you dont know what’s gonna come from this. Will you ever truly be happy again? It’s hard to imagine yourself finding love after you fucked this situation up so bad. You feel a vibration on your wrist from your new Apple Watch that your best man gave you at your Bachelor’s Party. He said, “you wont need the golf GPS app 18Birdies on there. The ole Ball-n-chain wont let you go golfing after next week.” Everyone laughed at the time and you laugh thinking about it now.
You check the message on your phone. It’s a pic. Your laughter goes away when you see it.
Goodness gracious! Happiness has returned!