For most people, their wedding is one of the most special days in their lives. However, for some people, it can be pretty… casual. This man is getting a lot of opinions for what he decided to wear.
Keep reading to know what went down…A wedding is usually a serious affair. Most brides and grooms give out strict instructions on what to wear and what the dress code will be. However, at this wedding, the groom himself wore something which no one expected.A TikTok creator uploaded a video of her friend Catherine’s wedding. She wrote how her friend swore just a few months ago that she was not going to fall in love. But then she wrote, how her friend was definitely in love that summer.
“This is probably indicative of the amount of effort he’ll put into the marriage as well,” one person added.“I wonder how long this marriage lasted. She looks great, he looks like he couldn’t care,” another person gave their two cents.
“He’s just letting her know she has a life of him not giving a f— about her ahead of her,” another commenter vehemently agreed.
“She looks absolutely beautiful, I love her dress. Not sure what their circumstances are but I wish them both the best,” one commenter shared their thoughts.
“Dunno. Maybe she wanted a dress like this, [he] wanted the outfit he had on their first dates, both are happy the other is dressed as they like,” another commenter speculated. “Over or underdressed for some standards, well dressed for their own standard.”
A third commenter added in unison, writing, “If they are happy, then who cares? If the groom just couldn’t be a–ed then that’s very sad.”
Whatever it may be, we hope the married couple is happy in their life together! People can make all sorts of decisions; some that we might not agree with. But as long as they are happy, that’s all that matters!
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My Stepdaughter Insisted I Reassign All Her Deceased Father’s Possessions into Her Name – I Complied, Yet She Was Unpleased
The emptiness of George’s departure permeates their residence, his presence enduring in the shirt Mariana grips nightly. However, it wasn’t his passing that devastated her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s insistence on inheriting his wealth. When she reluctantly agreed, an unexpected twist left Susan enraged and Mariana strangely content.
Progressing past the death of a dear one is always challenging. At times, I still sense my husband George’s voice echoing in my mind. I awaken holding his cherished shirt, his fragrance still clinging to the material. Yet, as I mourned him, my stepdaughter’s actions… they utterly broke me…
I am Mariana, aged 57, wed to the kindest man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, aged 34, from an earlier marriage.
Our bond with Susan was once good. She addressed me as “Mom” and filled the gap in my heart from not bearing my own children. I never viewed her as “another’s” child. I cherished her as my own daughter, truly.
When Susan wed her chosen partner, George and I were thrilled. But then, everything deteriorated when George received a terminal cancer diagnosis.
Susan’s visits reduced from weekly to monthly, then ceased entirely. She seldom visited her father, occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.
One day, she posed a question that tore me apart. “How long does he have left?”
Clutching the phone tightly, my voice shook. “Susan, your father isn’t an item with an expiration date.”
“I just need to know, Mom. I’m swamped, you know that… I can’t come by often,” she responded.
“Swamped?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “Too swamped to visit your dying father?”
She exhaled deeply. “Look, I’ll attempt to come soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never materialized.
Then, the dreaded day arrived. The hospital informed me that George had passed away peacefully.
I was devastated, barely able to stand as the reality sank in. My beloved George, gone.
Shockingly, Susan didn’t attend his funeral. When I called her, she promptly excused herself.
“I’m expecting, Mom,” she stated, her tone strangely indifferent. “The doctors advised against lengthy travel due to some medical concerns.”
I swallowed hard, holding back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you wish to bid him farewell one last time?”
“I can’t jeopardize my baby’s health,” she curtly replied. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not truly, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, dear. Take care.”
As I sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t dismiss the notion that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
Six months post-George’s death, I was startled by a loud knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Susan and her husband Doug, along with a severe-looking man in a suit.
Susan entered without greeting. “Mom, we need your signature on some documents.”
Baffled, I blinked. “Which documents?”
Doug handed me a stack of papers, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. They’re for transferring all the properties into our names.”
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