Adds new meaning to the phrase “Best Man”, doesn’t it? 
Glad everything worked out for you!
I’m curious to know how many of you Runaway Brides and Grooms lived with your betrothed beforehand. Not making any judgments, mind you . . . just curious as to whether or not this makes a difference.
And for the record, I see nothing wrong with a horror movie themed wax museum/miniature golf course.
In my case, we did not live together when we got engaged, but dated for about 1 1/2 years. About 6 months before the planned wedding, we moved together to a different state and lived together at that point. That’s what really opened my eyes up to what being married to the guy might entail. There were a few incidents that caused me concern (for instance, he was angry at me about something so, instead of talking with me about it, he made sure that the house was really messy - dirty dishes everywhere, clothes on the floor, etc. - when I got home from work, in order to “punish” me for my transgression). Then, when we talked about it, he came up with the gem that I mentioned in my earlier post.
He was a really nice guy, just not equipped for marriage.
I lived with the man I ended up marrying for a solid 2 years before we even got engaged.
I knew a girl who canceled 3 or 4 weddings, each about 2 weeks before the Big Day. I knew all the guys too. She ended up marrying the guy she’d dumped in the first place, but they got divorced after a couple years.
I can see doing it once, but 4 times seems a little much. You’d think she would learn.
I lived with my fiancee for the better part of a year.
It was actually a fairly wise decision. My old man offered me a job I didn’t want, in a little town out in the boondocks, in a place I would have been miserable.
My fiancee set about making my life miserable right then, due to the fact that if I had taken the job, we could have begun working on our future RIGHT THEN, instead of waiting for one of us to graduate from college.
This eventually escalated into a question of “If you want something of me, and I cannot give it without being miserable, who’s right?”
Her answer boiled down to, “I’m the woman. You’re the man. You’re supposed to make sacrifices to make me happy. I’m supposed to have sex with you. That’s how it’s supposed to work.”
A month before the wedding, I broke it off. Still the best decision I ever made.
The woman I later married had the philosophy, “I’m the woman. You’re the man. If we both can’t be happy, let’s discuss it and see if we can compromise, but if one of us is miserable, how can the other really be happy?”
I didn’t let THAT one get away!
Wow, there is so much wrong with that it’s almost scary.
You go, my brother!!! 