I am wondering if you good people can help me with something that has been bothering me for some time.
My wedding had been organised no less then 3 times by the time I finally decided on the registry office. I had no more money to pay out. It had all been spent in lost deposits on cake, reception venues and brides maid dresses no one was going to get to wear.
It offended my fiancé's family so much that an Australian wanted to marry into this closed Italian family they were wandering around with shot guns threatening to shot me and any other member of my family along the priest that was to marry us . In the end I canced the wedding after a hugh fight that exploded into death threats against my family. My brother angry at the way my mum was treated during the fight has counter threatened the family. The patriarch of the family **** himself rang the police to report my brother and found himself charged with making threats to kill against the priest who was to marry us. no action was taken towards my brother the police felt that he acted in self defence. The priest was shipped for his safety to western australia. It was years before anyone told me about the death threats made by my brother.
Ex hubby to be only found out that the wedding was cancelled when he came to me two weeks before the wedding was due to take place with his tale of wow regarding his best man and the suit situation. We had brought a house together and it was full of my furniture. What alarmed him was I had started to move my furniture out back to my mums house. He hadn't hired a suit in time and he hadn't asked anyone to be his best man. I told him to get off his arse and book the registry office. As a result we had to wait to be married at the end of the so called honey moon the only time we could get off from our jobs. (ruined because he didn't plan anything or book anything in time.)
In the end I had to do all the bookings: before the last lot of carry on with his parent however he had come with me and organised the rings, and had booked the church with me. Every night of the week before the fight he would go to their house and try an make a guest list with his parents. According to him they kept stalling. Flowers had been ordered from a local florist and colours had been picked out for the wedding. He showed no interested in the cake which is unusual because men generally like free samples.
Because he is catholic I had to complete all of the leasons required for marriage in the church. The priest was happy to marry us: although he was extremely concerned with one of the questionaires that was completed by me. In that questionaire I questioned my ex husbands ability to be able to control his parents, how much impact that their hatred of me would have on the marriage and how much he would protect me.
I looked beautiful in my custom made wedding dress with white full length veil even though I didn't have my make up or hair done. My husband looked like a reject dressed by St Vincent de Paul donation bin. we had no flowers no cake nothing you would expect from a traditional wedding ceremony.
On the drive to the registery office the ex was asked four times to pull the care over at the road side stop at officer where there is a flower stall. He was reminded once at warragul drouin and again at pakenham. At Officer were the flowerstall was located he indicated to pull in began to turn and then at the last second put the car back on the highway put his foot down and kept driving. a car had to sweve to go around him. When I started to cry because I had no flowers he looked at me smirked and then looked away. He didn't however make any attempt to go back and after a time I gave up protesting.
We get to the registry office an hour too early. I have no flowers. He refuses to go and find a florist. We have to wait while another couple goes through for our turn. By this stage I am in hysterics and the abuse I am giving him is enough to have people staring at us.
All my family came
Non of his family came. He didn 't ask them. He had no friends to act as best man. Non of our friends came as it was a week day and they were all at work.
No I am not pregnant
no I didn't want to marry him but got railroaded into it by my mother. my brother who is in a wheel chair is difficult to get around. I basically got the "I am not dragging a cripple to this if your not going through with it speach "
'Wedding breakfast' is in a gay pub in east Richmond, a counter lunch for those of you familiar with Australian customs. I spit on him through out the lunch which is organised by my brothers at the last minute. He is abused non stop for the first month: I refuse to take his name. It is a week before the marriage is consumated and only after a promise to have a new wedding is extracted. he is given a deadline of five years to have the wedding redone.
But this is the thing that is really bothering me. On the way home when they were no longer wanted he finally stopped at the road side stall he had been asked to stop at and purchases a bunch of white roses and a bunch of white carnations, hands them to me and tells me to stop crying. I use the roses on his head and call him every name I can lay my tongue too. I am so bitterly disappointed.
why has he purchases these two bunches of flowers? why are they white? why hasn't he picked the colours for our wedding?
My wedding had been organised no less then 3 times by the time I finally decided on the registry office. I had no more money to pay out. It had all been spent in lost deposits on cake, reception venues and brides maid dresses no one was going to get to wear.
It offended my fiancé's family so much that an Australian wanted to marry into this closed Italian family they were wandering around with shot guns threatening to shot me and any other member of my family along the priest that was to marry us . In the end I canced the wedding after a hugh fight that exploded into death threats against my family. My brother angry at the way my mum was treated during the fight has counter threatened the family. The patriarch of the family **** himself rang the police to report my brother and found himself charged with making threats to kill against the priest who was to marry us. no action was taken towards my brother the police felt that he acted in self defence. The priest was shipped for his safety to western australia. It was years before anyone told me about the death threats made by my brother.
Ex hubby to be only found out that the wedding was cancelled when he came to me two weeks before the wedding was due to take place with his tale of wow regarding his best man and the suit situation. We had brought a house together and it was full of my furniture. What alarmed him was I had started to move my furniture out back to my mums house. He hadn't hired a suit in time and he hadn't asked anyone to be his best man. I told him to get off his arse and book the registry office. As a result we had to wait to be married at the end of the so called honey moon the only time we could get off from our jobs. (ruined because he didn't plan anything or book anything in time.)
In the end I had to do all the bookings: before the last lot of carry on with his parent however he had come with me and organised the rings, and had booked the church with me. Every night of the week before the fight he would go to their house and try an make a guest list with his parents. According to him they kept stalling. Flowers had been ordered from a local florist and colours had been picked out for the wedding. He showed no interested in the cake which is unusual because men generally like free samples.
Because he is catholic I had to complete all of the leasons required for marriage in the church. The priest was happy to marry us: although he was extremely concerned with one of the questionaires that was completed by me. In that questionaire I questioned my ex husbands ability to be able to control his parents, how much impact that their hatred of me would have on the marriage and how much he would protect me.
I looked beautiful in my custom made wedding dress with white full length veil even though I didn't have my make up or hair done. My husband looked like a reject dressed by St Vincent de Paul donation bin. we had no flowers no cake nothing you would expect from a traditional wedding ceremony.
On the drive to the registery office the ex was asked four times to pull the care over at the road side stop at officer where there is a flower stall. He was reminded once at warragul drouin and again at pakenham. At Officer were the flowerstall was located he indicated to pull in began to turn and then at the last second put the car back on the highway put his foot down and kept driving. a car had to sweve to go around him. When I started to cry because I had no flowers he looked at me smirked and then looked away. He didn't however make any attempt to go back and after a time I gave up protesting.
We get to the registry office an hour too early. I have no flowers. He refuses to go and find a florist. We have to wait while another couple goes through for our turn. By this stage I am in hysterics and the abuse I am giving him is enough to have people staring at us.
All my family came
Non of his family came. He didn 't ask them. He had no friends to act as best man. Non of our friends came as it was a week day and they were all at work.
No I am not pregnant
no I didn't want to marry him but got railroaded into it by my mother. my brother who is in a wheel chair is difficult to get around. I basically got the "I am not dragging a cripple to this if your not going through with it speach "
'Wedding breakfast' is in a gay pub in east Richmond, a counter lunch for those of you familiar with Australian customs. I spit on him through out the lunch which is organised by my brothers at the last minute. He is abused non stop for the first month: I refuse to take his name. It is a week before the marriage is consumated and only after a promise to have a new wedding is extracted. he is given a deadline of five years to have the wedding redone.
But this is the thing that is really bothering me. On the way home when they were no longer wanted he finally stopped at the road side stall he had been asked to stop at and purchases a bunch of white roses and a bunch of white carnations, hands them to me and tells me to stop crying. I use the roses on his head and call him every name I can lay my tongue too. I am so bitterly disappointed.
why has he purchases these two bunches of flowers? why are they white? why hasn't he picked the colours for our wedding?
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