Six Missed Weddings: Goodbye, Mr. Toxic
Language: en
After Austin stood me up for the fifth time, he finally cleared his schedule for our sixth attempt to get our marriage license. I wore a custom designer dress I made myself, holding a fresh bouquet of peonies, and stood outside City Hall early in the morning. But I waited from 7:00 AM until 5:00 PM. He never showed up. Just as the City Hall doors locked, a text from Austin popped up on my phone. "It’s Hailey’s birthday today. I need to celebrate with her first. We’ll get married next time." Right after that, a massive firework display lit up the city sky. Passersby stopped, looking…