Quote From: mahrocheI am always upset when I hear about people with bad weddings, but when I hear about people who don't appreciate what they got, I am even more upset.
Our story:
Greg and I got married September 4, 1999. The story started months before that though. We didn't date long. We got engaged 2 months after we first started dating. Although, we had been best friends for a while before. We got married 5 months after we got engaged. We had to pay for, basically, our whole wedding. About 2 weeks before we got married, we both came down with strep-throat. I got over it fairly quickly, but Greg's lingered. A few days before the wedding, he started feeling really weak. By the day of the wedding, I had to go to his apartment to dress him. We just wanted to be married, so we went ahead. My mom and his mom stood on either side of him and basically carried him down the aisle. We danced, me holding him up. We went straight from the reception to Hill Country Memorial Hospital in Fredericksberg, TX, where they diagnosed him with a rare syndrom called Gillian-Beret Syndrome. He was then transferred to the Methodist Hospital in San Antonio, where he spent the next 3 weeks. He then spent 2 weeks in in-patient rehabilitation and then another 2 weeks in out-patient rehabilitation. After that, he wasn't allowed to work for another month. I had really never been on my own before. Greg and I didn't live together before we got married, so I was suddenly left with.........A LOT of burden. Plus, we didn't have any health insurance. Greg was 23 and I was 19. We spent our first 5 weeks of marriage (literally) in a hospital room, and, since we could pay anything, our credit was shot.
That was just one thing that happened during our wedding. The only groomsman who bothered to get a tux called an hour before the wedding and said he couldn't make it because his grandmother was sick. She had been sick for months. It was just an excuse. He was, although, nice enough, to lend the tux to the best man. I asked my brother to step in, which he did. Then, that same drop out groomsman, showed up 5 minutes before the wedding and wanted to be in it. I said NO! He then went around and told people he didn't know why Greg was marrying me because I was a total bitch.
Not to mention, we did have a photographer, but my mom wanted personal pictures. So she took tons of pictures, only to realize, at the end of the reception, that someone had taken the film out of her camera.
Despite that, we have now been very happily married for 8 1/2 yrs, and now have 2 beautiful little boys. I think the whole expirience showed the love in our relationship. For better or worse. The wedding was a minor point in my life. My life with Greg is the biggest. I wish people could just see that. I love my husband so much. Too much focus goes into the seemingly big things. The wedding is minor, the marriage is big.
I too was married on Sept 04,1987! It must be a good day for long lasting marriages. Your story was pitiful but uplifting at the same time. I'm with you, the marriage is what counts. I feel like all of the women getting married nowadays aren't doing it to be married, they just want to outdo the last chick with the hottest wedding and throw a huge party. How many of these marriages will last? Believe me I know about hard times. I have had 3 spine surgeries and am left disabled with chronic severe pain every day of my life. My husband has stuck by my side through it all and takes such good care of me it would take your breath away. Also, my hubby had a hip replacement last year and is now looking forward with trepidation to open heart surgery. He also lost his 20 year old son 2 years after we were married. We've been through the mill. Our credit is ruined also. Hang in there, your still so young and obviously strong and you seem to have a great head on your shoulders and a good heart. Good luck in the future, jewelsf
