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“My friend was 19 when they met, started dating, got engaged, AND married. He was 31. Even then, to 19-year-old me, that was at least a yellow flag — both the age difference and the *rush*. He said she was always wrong because, I quote, ‘I’m older, so I must be right.’ He assumed my boyfriend and his cousin were secretly gay lovers because they hugged at a funeral. She specifically told him that she did not want a public Valentine’s Day proposal; she thought it was cheesy and embarrassing and told him so. Guess when and how he proposed? Crowded restaurant, February 14. She was disappointed but shrugged it off. They hadn’t kissed until the ceremony, and then the groom just went at it, slapping her behind so hard we all flinched, full breast fondles, and visible tongue.”
“Her brother wouldn’t be his groomsman (the dude didn’t have enough friends or family who spoke to him still to have a wedding party and any guests) because he didn’t support the relationship, but he did agree to be the MC at their mom’s request. His speech was basically about how much he loved his sister and how wonderful she was, and the only mention the groom got was, ‘and groom is lucky he pulled this off.’ I’ve been to other weddings where you were pretty sure it wasn’t going to work out (including one where the paternity of the bride’s unborn child was in question, and she ran off a week later with the best man), but at this wedding, there was no joy, no fun, and no one had a good time — just concern and anxiety about just how rough a life the bride was in for, and yeah, it’s been every bit as bad as expected.”
—40, Canada
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