The day of my dreams had finally arrived. I looked like a princess, just as I had always wanted. The dress to die for, the hair done up beautifully like no other and of course my to-be husband... .
All guests arrived punctually and mingled happily around with pre-wedding drinks in their hands. For a last minute calm-down, I sat down with a bunch of friends and had a shot of a very exotic schnaps, unfortunately I can't remember the name. After that everything went so fast and I blacked out ...
... I woke up much later and wasn't quite sure what had happened or where I was anyway. I got up quickly and managed to get a hold of my friends. Everyone seemed very cheery, but nothing unusual. I went to university and during lunch time people congratulated me to my marriage and asked me how my wedding was. I was perplexed and confused ... Wedding? What wedding? People pointed at my hand and to my surprise a thin golden wedding ring adorned my right ring finger. ... How did that get there? Besides, I don't even like gold and why is it so thin? I never wanted that. I started to panic. This guy appeared next to me and he was wearing the same thin golden ring on his right ring finger.
People referred to him as my husband. ... Husband? Did I get married? I felt very detached from my "husband" but at the same time I somehow knew that I had gotten married. I even asked my husband whether I had been present at the wedding, said the vows, took on his name and even answered "the question" with a clear YES. I was highly frustrated. Only because I had a shot of this very bizarre schnaps, I had missed out on my wedding! How outrageous! I didn't remember anything anymore. It was the only day of my life that I could not repeat. It was a once in a life time chance to be the bride and now I didn't remember?? And who is my husband anyway? He doesn't know anything. Not even what ring to buy! Shockingly enough, my fiancee and my husband were two different guys ... the guy who bought my engagement ring was very competent. I felt close to him and connected. He knew my taste. My husband ... well what can I say ... who is he? I knew I could fix my ring issue, (... I slid my engagement ring over my wedding ring to make it look nice) but the fact I married someone I didn't even feel close to could not be rectified!
~J.K.L
All guests arrived punctually and mingled happily around with pre-wedding drinks in their hands. For a last minute calm-down, I sat down with a bunch of friends and had a shot of a very exotic schnaps, unfortunately I can't remember the name. After that everything went so fast and I blacked out ...
... I woke up much later and wasn't quite sure what had happened or where I was anyway. I got up quickly and managed to get a hold of my friends. Everyone seemed very cheery, but nothing unusual. I went to university and during lunch time people congratulated me to my marriage and asked me how my wedding was. I was perplexed and confused ... Wedding? What wedding? People pointed at my hand and to my surprise a thin golden wedding ring adorned my right ring finger. ... How did that get there? Besides, I don't even like gold and why is it so thin? I never wanted that. I started to panic. This guy appeared next to me and he was wearing the same thin golden ring on his right ring finger.
People referred to him as my husband. ... Husband? Did I get married? I felt very detached from my "husband" but at the same time I somehow knew that I had gotten married. I even asked my husband whether I had been present at the wedding, said the vows, took on his name and even answered "the question" with a clear YES. I was highly frustrated. Only because I had a shot of this very bizarre schnaps, I had missed out on my wedding! How outrageous! I didn't remember anything anymore. It was the only day of my life that I could not repeat. It was a once in a life time chance to be the bride and now I didn't remember?? And who is my husband anyway? He doesn't know anything. Not even what ring to buy! Shockingly enough, my fiancee and my husband were two different guys ... the guy who bought my engagement ring was very competent. I felt close to him and connected. He knew my taste. My husband ... well what can I say ... who is he? I knew I could fix my ring issue, (... I slid my engagement ring over my wedding ring to make it look nice) but the fact I married someone I didn't even feel close to could not be rectified!
~J.K.L
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