wedding cake in the middle of the road

Wedding cake in the middle of the road

By Avery Lemonnier

 

     It’s the biggest day of my life, the day I’ve been dreaming of for the last 27 years of my life. I counted down the month’s days’ hour’s minutes and seconds until I gladly say I do. Everything is perfect my hair is done my dress is a dream and best of all everything is going exactly how I planned it. I was told expect the worst even on your best day. But I prayed every day for 278 days for this day to be perfect and it has been. My makeup is finished my maids are dressed and now it’s my time to place my dress on. All I can think about is OMG this is really happing it’s finally my turn. I watched my friends and even some family get married and now it’s all about me.

    I hear a knock on the door and my mother and sister run to get it. I automatically assume it’s his best man coming to exchange gifts. I yell from under my wedding dress it’s in my suitcase underneath my clothing. As I come up for air I realize there were less people in the room. Too busy in my own little world of happiness I didn’t hear them walk away. This must be one hell of a gift that everyone exited the room. As I leave the room with my best friend behind me I see my loved ones sitting down with tissues in their hand. Either I look Amazing and their crying out of excitement for me or something happened.

   I search the faces until I see my mother I asked what’s wrong she started to cry harder. Your ruining your make up I said please tell me what’s going on. She couldn’t get a word in through her tears. I walk over to my sister and I said “I demand you to tell me what is going on”! She cried and with a muffled voice she said he left. The pain was indescribable the worst news I never thought I would have to hear. Pain riddle my heart, my mind and most of all my core of who I thought I was and who I thought I was going to be. Instantly the room started to spin and I thought I was falling.

   I grabbed her arm and she caught me before I met the floor. I couldn’t cry I couldn’t scream I just kept looking around the room at all the faces that were just covered with smiles and now are covered in tears. Their crying tears for me!! I don’t want those pitiful tears and those sad I’m sorry eyes. The looks bore a hole so big in my eyes I got up and ran out the door as fast as I can. I hear my name being called in the distance but I continue to run, I see his mother and she looks away. I run past the stares because now everyone knows and I search for the first exit out the venue.

    My dream has come crumbling down I can’t think I can’t feel and I don’t understand why this is happing to me. I don’t get what I did to deserve this I loved him I served him I did everything I knew how. My dreams and plans are now in the air.  I kept thinking of everything I must of said wrong I keep replaying what I could of changed. I looked forward to my last dance with my father. To my first dance with My Mr. I snap back to reality and as I continue to walk the tears continue to pour. The pain continues to grow and the feeling of hopelessness continues to seep in.  I’m that girl I used to see in movies. That bride that dreams of cutting into her cake, and greeting her guest and laughing and crying and feeling so much joy she could pop.  I’m sitting in the road not getting the long-lasting, rich, and happy marriage that I so deeply wanted. But instead I’m the cake that symbolized the promise of a union and forever. Being honked at and looked at in pity as if I rolled of a back of a truck and was lost and forgotten. I laid down and close my eyes hoping to wake up from this ugly dream.