I don’t regret marrying my husband, I just regret how I did it. I went behind my parents back and eloped while we were in the middle of planning a wedding. My parents put on a reception for us a month later despite being incredibly hurt by us. Also, my husband (though incredibly kind to me) is not someone that you have a good time with in a group setting. He just makes me feel so on-edge and anxious in a group setting because I know he hates it and wants to leave, and because of that the reception was 1000x less enjoyable. Also, I’ve dreamed of my wedding day since I was a little girl. And now I will never have the wedding of my dreams. More than anything though, i regret hurting my parents so badly with what we did and that breaks my heart. Utterly breaks it, because my parents are so important to me and I love them dearly. I just had a very very bad moment of judgment. I know that they forgive me, but still, every time I look at our reception pictures or think back to our elopement I just feel broken-hearted and sick to my stomach. I can’t believe I let my husband talk me in to eloping. I didn’t want it. And I wish I had never done it. (Also, I won’t be replying to any comments so that I don’t give away my identity. I just needed to get this off my chest.)