Just fifteen minutes before the wedding, I discovered the head table had been changed: nine seats for my husband’s family and my parents standing to one side. His mother scoffed, “How pathetic they look.” So I grabbed the microphone… and smashed it in an instant.
A year later, I took my parents out to a nice dinner with the money I got back from the cancelled honeymoon and we laughed until we were breathless. When people ask me if I regret that day, I tell them that the only thing I would have regretted was saying “I do.”