I thought I had the perfect life with the perfect husband.
I was wrong.
Now I am living my life for me.
if you do end up interrupting the ceremony by barging in and staggering down the aisle on one broken heel, screaming wildly and waving around a half-full bottle of cheap wine with your hair all crazy and make-up running down your face, please post pics. that would be awesome!
I'm glad to hear that you aren't bothered by it, omg, I know that I would be. I'm waiting for that day to arrive, any time now. You are so strong, good for you.
I try putting myself in your shoes, if Pete was getting married. I don't think I would care either, but I also think I won't know how I'll react until I'm faced with it.