Thank you, Kayeby, Zabali and alice! Everyone was happy – it was an incredible day. But only the first of many, and of many more to come! Even if I was in a tacky, chainstore wedding gown. :rolleyes:
David’s Bridal.
For a closer-up picture of the beading detail of my gown, go here and then click anywhere on the picture to zoom in closer.
And just so I don’t further hijack this thread, Zabali, I totally understood from the first post in the first thread that you hadn’t approached the bride directly, so as not to cause friction or appear to want to control her wedding. It certainly would be nice if she could understand the incredible stress this one, simple-to-change thing is causing her fiancé’s best friend/brother. I, too, would be completely creeped out if my husband had to escort someone who had previously abused him physically and emotionally, as well as continued to bad-mouth him even up to present.
Sadly, though, there really are only 2 choices at this point. The idea that neither of you should attend at all is utterly absurd, as you obviously do care about these people – at least the groom – and it’s important that you be there offering your love and support. So, short of that, he can either choose to walk by her side but steadfastly refuse to touch her or allow her to touch him, then ignore her the rest of the day/evening, or, decline being “best” man and offer to be a groomsman so he’d still be standing for his friend, but the order of the processional will prevent him from contact with his abuser.
At my wedding, we didn’t technically have a maid/matron of honor, though we did sortof have a best man. Coldfire, who was instrumental in my husband and I meeting and falling in love, acted as our best man, but he escorted my husband’s sister down the aisle, who wasn’t technically even a bridesmaid (no one was, not even my own sisters!). We wanted everyone to feel like they were equally important and equally a part of our wedding ceremony. Therefore we had not only all our family, but all our guests standing with us as we exchanged our vows.
The “processional” was set up in a way that made sense, not that followed any particular tradition. His parents both walked him down together, then my dad and stepmother came in, then Thomas’s sister with Coldfire, then my 2 sisters along with my brother-in-law. Everyone took a position under/alongside the huppa (my family on the side I’d be standing on, his family and Coldie on the other, where he was standing) and then my father came back around to get me and escort me down the aisle.
There are all kinds of accomodations that that bride could make so that an abused man isn’t subjected to intimate contact with his abuser. That she so steadfastly refuses is both selfish and sad.
Just ignore the moh as best you can and focus on celebrating the beauty of the day. And keep your chin up. As they always say, this too shall pass.