Bride jilted at altar decides to confront man who broke her heart

 

The first few days after being jilted surpassed in a blur of tears. My buddies had taken me back from the registry office to the residence and stayed with me night and day, taking it in turns to bring me tea and tissues while I cried the place down as my devoted dog refused to leave my side.

As I lay in bed night after a sleepless night, I racked my brains questioning how could a man who’d had my name tattooed on his heart simply a day earlier leave me stranded at the altar, ending our relationship via text.....

I felt more upset than I knew was possible. When the heart breaks, it breaks into one thousand pieces and I felt like mine would never mend.

Eventually after a week of unanswered text messages and silence he called.

Unable to get the words out of my mouth I just held the cellphone to my ear. It looks he felt the same due to the fact he was silent too.

After what felt like hours but was probably seconds, I spoke: “Whatever you’re going to say, I deserve to hear it face to face so get round to this house right now.” With that I put the cellphone down.

requested the ladies to leave, I didn’t inform them why. I desired to see him.

I knew they wouldn’t have permitted however I just had to know. An hour or so later the doorbell went. Part of me was thrilled and part of me was unhappy that he didn’t use his key.

The dog was right to growl for there was an enemy of the heart at the door. I opened it to see him looking sheepish however nevertheless horribly handsome.

As our eyes met at what once was the threshold of our home, I stepped back, as his Creed aftershave wafted past me. I puzzled if he was wearing it for someone else. I was about to find out.

In the lounge, on separate ends of the sofa, he turned to me and said

“I still love you.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, all of sudden I was screaming. “How could you say that and how could you do this?”

Tears were running from my eyes, mascara everywhere. “I got scared” he stated quietly “forgive me.” “For what?” I said, still wiping away tears. “For humiliating me, leaving me standing at the altar in the front of our friends? For leaving it a week with no answers?” I screamed.

“Everything. I just couldn’t come in.”

I looked at him in absolute shock. “You have been outside?”

“I just got scared” he said looking down. Then he began crying. I looked at him, not certain what to do. Through muffled sobs he persisted “I can’t love you the way you want to be loved.”

“What the hell does that mean” I said.

“I assume we got into a relationship too quickly after my divorce, I in no way really had any time out on my own.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I’ve spent 5 years looking after your children, we’ve lived in a home together, planned a wedding ceremony and NOW you want some time out.”

Silence crammed the room once more as the ache that had crammed me for the last week was changed by an anger rising thru my body like a kettle about to blow.

“Just get out” I said. He looked at me with the eyes that I once believed were the ones I would look at for the rest of my existence however I was staring at a stranger.

“Let me explain Mel, I do love you it’s just…” I stood up, cutting him off mid-sentence,

“There’s nothing you can explain, no real man would do that to a woman he loved. So get out of my house,” and with that the dog accompanied me out of the room, up the stairs and into my bedroom.

A few minutes later, I heard the door shut and the future I’d had all planned seemed to shut with it....