Memoirs the Honeymoon By: Ronnie Egerton Published: March 30, 2012 The two weeks prior to our wedding day were quite traumatic. My fiance had been married three times before, and got cold feet about doing it again, about three hours after I had dropped the wedding invitations in the mail. He came to me and told me tearfully, that he just couldnt get married again, and we broke up. I was thunderstruck. It had been his idea to get married in the first place. He had been influenced, I think, by the Thanksgiving dinner I had prepared for our combined families the previous Thanksgiving. It had all seemed so homey and perfect, for the first time in his life, he felt he had found the happiness he was looking for. But at the last possible minute, he panicked and bailed, leaving me feeling totally betrayed and devastated. I cried for days and couldnt decide what to do. I wasnt really mad at him. I understood his hesitance after three bad marriages, but the way that it happened left me totally unprepared to deal. We had planned a nice outdoor wedding at my house, which had a beautiful wooded yard. It was to be fairly informal but pretty.Now that was not an option, and I had to get in touch with all who had been invited, and come up with a suitable explanation. In addition to feeling betrayed, I missed him terribly, so I decided to try one last time to talk to him. I went to his parents home, where he was staying, when he wasnt at my house, and asked to talk to him. We sat on the porch swing and he began to cry and beg my forgiveness. I, of course, was relieved that he still wanted me but I was more than a little hesitant to give in so quickly. After much soul searching, on both of our parts, we decided to get married by a Justice of the Peace the following week. Everyone had already been uninvited to the original wedding, so a quiet quickie seemed the best alternative, though I was definitely not happy about it. Our wedding day dawned clear and cool. My husband to be, brought me a beautiful corsage and pinned it to the lapel of my turquoise pant suit and we headed downtown to the court house.We had invited none of our family to attend and I was more than a little resentful that we didnt get to have the tasteful little wedding with family and friends, that we had first planned. When we got downtown we realized that The Houston Rodeo Parade was in full swing, so our plans were delayed once again til it was over and we could get to the courthouse. We were the fifth couple waiting for the justice of the peace to get back from lunch. None of them looked any too happy either, now that I think of it. After a quick, uninspiring ceremony, we headed to Lake Charles, Louisiana for our honeymoon. By this time I was feeling a little better about the whole thing and my new husband seemed to come alive as soon as he had said I do. I guess he was just afraid of his track record, but I was still resentful and wondering if I had made a colossal mistake. He made a big deal about our getting a lake view room, thinking it would be more romantic and trying to make up for our non inspiring wedding ceremony. We went into our nice room and did what most honeymooners do. After a couple of hours it got dark and we got dressed and were going down to eat dinner. My new husband flung back the drapes so we could see the moonlight on the lake. We stood there dumbfounded as we looked out the window, the entire view was totally blocked by a bank of fog that had rolled in and stayed the entire time we were there. The honeymoon was somewhat lackluster, as was the wedding ceremony, but the marriage was solid and lasted until his death twenty nine years later and I dont regret a minute of it. It really didnt matter in the long run, how it started. What mattered was the love that was there throughout and at the end
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