I previously mentioned that my husband and I had a fight on our wedding day because he chose to go out for a smoke when he was supposed to be getting ready for us to go see the justice of the peace.
The way I saw it, it was bad enough we were going to the justice of the peace to get married and it was just the two of us and we were wearing the same clothes we wore ordinarily, jeans and t-shirt. I felt the least he could have done was try not to further reduce the day to just another meaningless day.
Then again, maybe be needed his cigarette to help him come to terms with the idea that he was about to do something he had no desire whatsoever to do. Who knows? We’re still married 12 years later but that cigarette moment might have been more significant than I realized.
I came across this headline a moment ago and thought it was interesting: CIGARETTE COST A HUSBAND.; Groom Smelled Smoke on His Bride’s Breath and Left Her Fainting at the Altar
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