The Unhappy Bride

My wedding day

Today was the big day, my wedding day. Normally if it's your wedding day you're supposed to be happy but for me it was the other way around. I got dressed up, put on my make-up and got ready to come down the aisle. The wedding began. First the flower girls, then the junior bride's maids, the bride's maids and finally the ring bear came down the aisle. Now my little niece came down the aisle and announced the coming of the bride. It was time for me to come out, but I hesitated a while before I finally came out.

Everybody was standing. Most of my friends were crying. I almost cried myself half way down the aisle but I fought the tears. Now I was at the altar, eye to eye with my soon to be husband. My husband was a good person, I just never really got to know him; I was set up to marry him. Not that it was a bad thing; it was just that I didn't want to be with him.

For the last year now I've been with my high school crush. That's who I wanted to marry, but my mother and father hated the sight of it, they hated everything about the relationship. It wasn't because he was a bad guy but, it was because they didn't want me to marry him.

So there wasn't a thing I could change about the situation, unless I didn't want my parents to be in my life anymore. I've done everything they've told me since I was little, in a way they've controlled my life since they've known they were having a child. So now I was at the altar and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Now the wedding began.

"Now we are gathered here today for the uniting of Makayla L. Gillard and Mike F. Austin."

"Do you Mike take Makayla to be your lovely wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And do you Makayla take Mike to be your lovely wedded husband."

"I."

"You?"

"I don't know." I said as I ran out to the annex of the church. My friends came after me and my mother did to.

"Makayla what is wrong with you?" She screamed.

"Mom I don't want to marry him." I pleaded.

"You what?" She said furiously.

"I don't want to marry him," I screamed. I don't like him, he wasn't the one for me, I tried to love him but he was just so terrible. He has a short temper, he likes blonds, I'm a brunette, he hates art and fashion, we're like total opposites.

"Makayla what's wrong with him," my mom said breaking the angry silence.

"Mom we've only been together 4 months, I don't know him like I know Kyle." I tried reasoning with my mom several times before and it always ended in the same conclusion that I should be with Mike. There was no point in trying, but I did. We went back-and-forth for what felt like an hour trying to tell her how I felt.

"Honey what do you see in Kyle?"

"Mom he's a great person, he's very understanding and he's very sweet."

"Makayla if you don't marry him-

"Mom I don't want to do this, it's not what I want."

"It's not what you want to do, it's what you have to do."

"Mom I don't want to do to do this!"

"You know what you have to do." She said as she left. My friends comforted me while I was in the annex. I was in such a mess right now, thinking about what my mom said, it's what I have to do. I really didn't want to go back out there, but I did. I came back out and we picked back up where we left off.