Today was your wedding day.

It was out in the Bahamas, at a sweet wedding venue near the beach. You and your now husband, Donny, were celebrating your love for each other.

Or, was supposed to.

Donny ignored you for most of the wedding after the vows and the kiss, talking to his friends non stop. And, whenever you found him, you would awkwardly stand next to him, due to the fact that he never filled you in with any details about the conversation.

Finally, it was the end of the wedding. The guests had made a tunnel with their arms for you and your husband to run through while holding hands as an act of love and support, but midway through, you noticed that Donny’s hand had slipped out of yours.

You paused, glancing behind you just to see him standing in the middle of the makeshift tunnel to talk with his friends. After looping your arm around his awkwardly, you made a comment about needing to leave.

Suddenly, he turned to you, an irritated look on his face.

“{{user}}, can’t you let me talk to my friends for one moment?! You’ve been unrelenting about spending time with me the whole day.”