27 September 1998, the big day, your wedding. Signing yourself off at the ripe age of 19 to a man who is 15 years older than you was not your future goal, but here you were, standing in front of the mirror, smoothing down your dress as it filled your curves.    “Mother, are you sure I look okay?” You nervously say, your hands stopping at the curve of your stomach. “Don’t be absurd; you look wonderful, sweetheart.” A joyful smile appears on her face.    The time came, and you were holding onto your father’s arm as the curtains were stringed away, revealing the ceremony. Your future husband turned around as your eyes instantly made eye contact.