I was all set to marry Rasmus, the man of my dreams. But when my wedding day arrived and no guests showed up, I had to figure out who canceled my wedding—and whether my groom was truly right for me or not.
I was all set to marry Rasmus, the man I thought was perfect for me. We had met in a bakery, and our relationship blossomed from there. From the moment we exchanged numbers over bread, I felt that Rasmus was the one.
Two years later, I woke up on what was supposed to be my wedding day, and I couldn’t have been more excited.
That morning, I eagerly prepared for the big day alongside my sister Jess, my maid of honor. As we got ready, Jess asked where our mother was. I explained that our parents weren’t getting along well with Rasmus and would meet us later at the venue. Despite their reservations about him, they respected my decision to marry him—although my father often expressed that something seemed “off” about Rasmus.
When it was time to head to the wedding venue, Jess and I were buzzing with excitement. But when we arrived, the place was empty. No guests, no decorations, and no sign of Rasmus. Panic set in. I immediately called Brenda, my wedding planner, hoping for some explanation.
To my shock, Brenda calmly told me that the wedding had been canceled three days earlier through an email. My heart dropped. I hadn’t canceled my wedding.
Frantically, I checked my emails, and sure enough, there it was—a message from my own corporate email account stating that the wedding was off.
“Dear Brenda,
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.”
But I hadn’t sent it, and I knew my parents wouldn’t do something so drastic, even if they disapproved of Rasmus.
Then it hit me—Rasmus had access to my email. My stomach churned as I rushed home to confront him.
When I walked into our apartment, I found Rasmus lounging on the couch in sweatpants, clearly not dressed for a wedding. My voice trembled as I asked him if he had canceled it.
He didn’t even try to deny it. He admitted that he wasn’t ready for marriage and had panicked. Instead of talking to me about his feelings, he canceled the wedding behind my back. He thought that by doing so, he could avoid confrontation, hoping the situation would resolve itself without him having to confess.
As I stood there, processing his betrayal, I realized my parents had been right all along—Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. It hurt, but I was relieved that he had called off the wedding before it was too late.
Now, with my wedding gown in front of me, I had to figure out what my next steps would be. But one thing was clear: I deserved better than Rasmus.