I wasn’t high on hope and expectation. I was aching with loneliness. Can you imagine feeling lonely on your honeymoon, the very place where you are supposed to feel at one?
I didn’t feel united, just full of self-reproach.
What do you say to your parents when you creep back home after the shouting is over? “You know that sixty grand you splashed out for the wedding of my dreams?
Well, erm, it turns out I didn’t marry the man of my dreams. Sorry.”
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