Wedding Day--Fairy Tale or Horror Story?

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While replying to "5 Random Facts About You", I put one of them as a brief synopsis of my wedding day. That prompted me to start this discussion. Here's my story:

I would not say it is a horror story, but it isn't pretty ether. It all started in August 1988 when I became pregnant with our first child together. My husband, boyfirend at the time of course, and I were living together with his two small daughters. We were SO in love and were excited about having a baby together. By December of that year, we decided it was best if we got married, so two days before Christmas, we went to the courthouse to set the date to appear before the Justice of the Peace. My husband picked the date not realizing it was also his daughter's birthday. He was so nervous knowing that he was going to enter into another marriage that he would not stop to listen to me to remind him off the "confilct" or to change the date.

We had a good Christmas and day after. We had to wait until the 27th because the courthouse was closed on the 26th for the holiday. The day arrived. We woke like every other day and got the girls ready for day care. After dropping them off, we headed to the courthouse. The only one who went with us was my mother. No one else knew we were doing it.

As we were walking in to take a seat, a man said hello to us. We knew his face was familiar, but we were not certain exactly who he was. We sat and sat and sat waiting our turn. The longer we sat, the more nervous each of us got. Each time the Baliff exited the courtroom to call in the next group of people, we listened intently for our names. About the third or fourth time, we heard the most puzzling name called. His ex-wife's. I thought, "Oh no, you have the wrong person. I'm marrying him not her." His thoughts freaked, "Oh, h*** no!!! There's no way I'm marrying her gain!" Luckily, she was a no show. Finally, it was our turn. Bad thing was, I was so nervous that I giggled though the whole thing.

While leaving, I thought how weird it was that one second I was one person and the next second I was someone else. As we were getting into our car, we noticed that we has a parking ticket because we were in there a lot longer that expected. I has also started to snow. I had taken the morning off from work, but had to do my afternoon shift. Since we were short on time and my mom had given us a little money in a card, we had Mc Donalds for lunch.

Since it had begun snowing a little heavier, my husband decided to drop me off work. It snowed and snowed. By the time he picked me back up, it was about a foot deep. He decided to take a way home that he figured would be plowed. Wrong!!! In a huge car with rear wheel drive, we got stuck in the middle of a hill. Since I was the one with the snow boots, I was the one, despite being 4 months pregnant, that got out of the car to push.

We finally made it home, but decided we better get the girls from daycare early. Thankfully that trip was uneventful. Since it was also one daughter's birthday, I was determined then to bake her a cake. My mom had made shaped cakes when I was a child, so I decided I was going to make her a turtle cake. It was the first cake I had ever tried to make. I completely fell apart. I was in tears. Oh, but there's more. The presents were outside in the trunk. By this time, the snow was almost to my waist (I'm 5 ft.), but since I had the snow boots I was the one that retrieved them from the car. On the way back in I fell down and skinned my hand. I managed to pull it together and we celebrated her bithday with wet presents and a cake that was glued together with frosting. By the time the girls went to bed, we were do exhausted that we both crashed.

Well, that's my story. It makes me chuckle now, but with a start like that, it's a miracle that we are still happily married after 23 years.

What's your story?