My wedding day. The day every girl dreams of, the day where everything is supposed to be perfect, magical, and the start of a beautiful forever. I had envisioned this day since I was a little girl, carefully curating every detail in my mind – the dress, the flowers, the venue, and most importantly, the man I would be sharing it with. After years of searching, I thought I had found him. He was charming, funny, and seemed to genuinely care about me. We had built a life together, shared dreams, and now, were standing on the precipice of forever. The ceremony itself was everything I had ever hoped for. I walked down the aisle, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. I saw his face at the end of the aisle, a mixture of love and adoration in his eyes. We exchanged vows, promises of love, loyalty, and commitment. I really thought we were going to make it. The reception was a blur of happy tears, heartfelt speeches, and joyful celebration. We danced our first dance as husband and wife, twirling around the dance floor, lost in each other’s embrace. As the evening progressed, the photographer suggested we take some photos by the pool. It was a beautiful spot, the water shimmering under the moonlight, creating a romantic ambiance. But even before all this took place, months prior to the wedding, my then fiancé had been watching funny videos online. One, in particular, caught his attention and he laughed hysterically. It was a video of some idiot groom dropping his bride into the pool.
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I remember being less than amused, and I distinctly warned him, “If you EVER do that to me, I’ll walk.” He swore up and down that he would never do something like that. I believed him. We continued with the photos. I was still riding high from the ceremony. During the photos by the pool, he smiled at me with this mischievous look in his eyes. He put his arms around me, and asked, “You trust me, right?” I, still completely unaware of what was about to happen, smiled back and said, “Of course, I trust you.”
Then, he held me in the position for the classic dip shot – the pose where the groom dramatically dips the bride backward. But instead of holding me securely, he **LET GO**. I felt myself falling backwards, gravity taking over as I plummeted towards the cold water. There was a moment of sheer panic as I realized what was happening. The shock of the icy water stole my breath away as I plunged beneath the surface. I remember the feeling of my dress weighing me down, the water soaking through the layers of fabric, pulling me further down. When I finally surfaced, gasping for air, I saw him standing at the edge of the pool, laughing hysterically.
He was **LAUGHING!** Not just a polite chuckle, but a full-blown, belly laugh, as if he had just pulled off the greatest prank of all time. And his friends were there too, high-fiving him, reveling in the spectacle. “IT’LL GO VIRAL!” he cheered, completely oblivious to the devastation he had just caused. In that moment, my heart shattered into a million pieces. The carefully constructed image I had of him, of us, crumbled before my eyes. The pain of his betrayal was almost unbearable. It wasn’t just the ruined dress, the smeared makeup, or the humiliation of being publicly dunked in a pool. It was the realization that the man I had chosen to spend my life with was capable of such thoughtlessness and cruelty.
As I stood there, dripping wet and heartbroken, my dad calmly walked over to the pool. He extended his hand and pulled me out of the water, wrapping his jacket around my shivering body. Then, he looked my fiancé dead in the eye, his expression a mixture of disappointment and anger. Without saying a word, he conveyed the depth of his disapproval, the weight of his disappointment in the man who had so carelessly hurt his daughter. The look my dad gave him said it all. All of the anger and resentment I was too shocked to display myself was there, burning brightly in my father’s glare.
I knew right then and there that it was over. The trust was broken. The love was gone. The forever I had dreamed of had vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, harsh reality. I turned away from him and walked towards my father, seeking solace in his comforting presence. As we walked away from the pool, away from the laughter and the high-fives, I knew that I was walking away from my marriage. It was a decision made in a moment of heartbreak, but it was a decision I knew I would never regret.
