So today (this evening) was supposed to be my wedding. As much as I thought I was over the whole incident, I’m still bawling and feeling torn up inside. I know I’m better off with out him and his awful parents, but I dedicated over a year to planning and paying for stuff. I have my dress hanging in my closet, unaltered and untouched since I tried it on in the dress shop when it arrived. It’s absolutely beautiful and it sucks to get rid of my dream dress, but it’s bad juju to keep it around.

Any of you survive calling off the wedding < 60 days out? How did you cope with the day of (like today for me- 6/1/19)?

My mom says take it a day at a time, and I have briefly started seeing a guy, but had a panic attack on my way home from seeing him.

I just don’t know how to move on. It doesn’t help that my ex was my first everything: boyfriend, kiss, sex, living space-sharer, fiancée, almost wedding, and ex.

Thank you for letting me just get it out, even if you have no advice. Writing it out is helping a bit.