It’s September. That time of year when the air is cool enough to let you enjoy the sun beating down as you sit on a terrace sipping a glass of sangria.

I’m laughing with my best friend about her disastrous dates.


I used to be able to relate, but recently, it has been all about which flowers will be in my bouquet, who makes the guest list, what to do with those relatives I haven’t seen in 10 years but Mom says I “absolutely need” to include.

The venue is booked, we’re having a ceremony in an intimate chapel, the caterer and menu are planned, and I’ve even met the perfect photographer.

I’m sitting on the terrace, laughing with my best friend because she’s just helped me pick out my wedding dress.

My excitement was wild and anticipation, as you could imagine.

I wasn't aware of what was waiting for me

Full gist here:


http://whateverlovely..com/2016/04/i-was-dumped-after-buying-my-wedding.html

Goan sleep, cos it seems sleep is still in your eyes.