My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless

My Wedding Planner Said I Canceled My Own Wedding but I Didn’t – The Truth Left Me Speechless

Chelsea is all set to marry Rasmus, the man of her dreams. But when the wedding day arrives and no guests show up, Chelsea has to figure out who canceled her wedding and whether her groom is right for her or not.

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A coffee bar and bakery | Source: Pexels

I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.

Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.

He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.

Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.

That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.

I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.

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A person pouring wine at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.

“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”

“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”

Jess shook her head.

“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”

It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.

Bride getting her makeup done | Source: Unsplash

Bride getting her makeup done | Source: Unsplash

“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”

Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.

“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.

It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.

Not even Rasmus.

“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.

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An empty wedding venue | Source: Pexels

I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.

“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.

“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.

“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.

“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”

My heart almost stopped beating.

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A person using a laptop | Source: Pexels

How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.

Dear Brenda,

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.

But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.

My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.

They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.

I needed to hear it from them.

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An older couple holding white ceramic mugs | Source: Pexels

But my parents were just as shocked as I was.

“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”

“I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”

That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.

The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.

I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.

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A man with a gray t-shirt and arms crossed | Source: Unsplash

I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.

His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.

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A bowl of cereal | Source: Pexels

“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.

Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.

So, he panicked.

“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”

As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.

So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.

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A woman holding her head | Source: Unsplash

What would you have done?

My Son and His Pregnant Girlfriend Demanded That I Change My Newborn Daughter’s Name

Becoming a mom to a second child decades after my first one was meant to be positively life-changing. But my son announced he was expecting a child too, and that’s where our clashes began! His pregnant girlfriend threw tantrums making demands I wasn’t willing to accommodate!

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An unhappy pregnant woman lying in a hospital bed | Source: Freepik

My son, Kyle, was born when I was 20 and still a child myself, but I think I did the best for him as a parent.

This year was supposed to be one of joyful experiences. First, at forty-two, 22 years after welcoming Kyle, I chose to become a mother for the second time! The second happy thing that happened also left ME shocked!

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A happy pregnant woman looking at herself in a mirror | Source: Pexels

Kyle, who was in his final year of college, broke the news of his girlfriend’s pregnancy when I was four months along! I hadn’t expected that before the year was out I’d become a mother and soon afterward, a grandmother!

I am not going to lie, but I wasn’t very thrilled about my son becoming a parent at a young age like me. From my own experiences, which include being a single parent, bringing up a baby when you’re still pretty much one is HARD.

But, I refrained from saying anything because Kyle seemed excited.

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A young pregnant couple | Source: Pexels

“That’s amazing, Kyle! I can’t believe you’re going to be a father!” I exclaimed, hugging him. “Thanks, Mom! Well, you’re going to be a first-time grandmother!” he replied, returning the warm embrace.

“Our children are going to be born a few months apart!” I realized this as we discussed the matter further.

Despite the initial shock, I embraced my new role. I started supporting them both emotionally and with a lot of financial help. Our lives, already intertwined, were about to grow even closer—or so I thought.

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A worried woman | Source: Pexels

The tension began when I recently gave birth to my beautiful baby girl. Kyle and his girlfriend, Sarah, were some of the people who visited me in the hospital. “Congratulations! You’re now a parent to two gorgeous children!” Kyle said as he tied down balloons and his girlfriend gave me flowers.

“Aw! Thanks for coming through, guys. The flowers and balloons are lovely!” Luck was on their side because right at that moment, the nurse wheeled in my baby girl for me to feed her. “What is my baby sister’s name?” my son asked while touching her tiny fist.

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A happy woman cradling her newborn baby | Source: Getty Images

“I named her Clara,” I proudly told them. The name held sentimental value to me and it was one I thought would usher in a new chapter for our growing family. But, Kyle and his girlfriend had other ideas!

When they found out her name, my son’s girlfriend gave out a piercing scream! I swear, I thought I had become deaf! My baby girl broke out in her own bawl, frightened by the unexpected sound!

I held my precious bundle close to me and tried to comfort her.

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An upset woman screaming | Source: Pexels

Their visit to the hospital should have been a happy occasion, but it dissolved into chaos! The nurse came rushing back in, concerned about baby Clara. Sarah had screamed so loudly that I feared for the hospital’s windows!

Their demand was immediate and absurd: I was to change Clara’s name. “The point is, this name…” Kyle tried to argue, his face red with frustration. The nurse, realizing that some serious drama was about to unfold, asked:

“Can I take Cla… I mean, the baby back? I’ll bring her in again later when things are calmer.”

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A nurse holding a baby | Source: Getty Images

With my newborn safe from the spectacle that was unfolding, I stood firm as I said “NO,” the weight of my decision unequivocal. Sarah tried saying something but Kyle grabbed hold of her arm.

They stormed out of the hospital, leaving a wake of bewildered nurses and a very tired new mom.

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A couple walking away together | Source: Freepik

Days turned into weeks, and the issue seemed to simmer down. Yet, Kyle and Sarah announced they had chosen a new name for their daughter: Paxtyn. The name fell flat between us during a tense family dinner. My unintentional grimace set off a firestorm.

“It’s your fault!” Sarah accused, her voice sharp with resentment. “You stole the only name I liked, and now you ruin this one too!”

“Could you please stop shouting? My baby is trying to sleep in the other room,” I implored her.

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An unhappy couple at a dinner | Source: Pexels

Kyle, caught between us, tried to mend fences. “Mom, could you reconsider it? Just to keep peace?” His eyes pleaded for some compromise.

But the idea of changing my daughter’s name to appease them felt wrong. “I cannot believe you’d ask me to rename my child,” I told him, the absurdity of the situation not lost on me. “Firstly, my baby came before your child.”

“Secondly, you guys NEVER mentioned wanting to name your child that.”

Let me tell you, that dinner ended then and there as we couldn’t reach a compromise.

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A woman arguing with someone | Source: Pexels

Their threats escalated over the next few days. “You have two months to fix this,” Kyle warned over the phone.

It seemed he was implying that by the time their child was born, I should’ve changed my daughter’s name. Sarah grabbed hold of the phone. She said, “We’ll call your granddaughter Paxtyn and I’ll enjoy it when I tell my friends her ridiculous name!”

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An upset woman talking on the phone | Source: Pixabay

I couldn’t believe this young woman’s nerve! She was saying she hates ME more than she loves HER daughter. “You’re willing to have her ridiculed for the rest of her life to punish ME?” I asked incredulously.

When my son snatched the phone back, I questioned if he even liked the name Paxtyn, and he hung up!

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A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

In a moment of exasperation, I texted Sarah, trying perhaps foolishly to extend an olive branch. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I kind of like the name Paxtyn,” I lied.

Her response was swift and venomous. “To hell with you!”

That text ended not only the conversation but also my financial help to them. It was a harsh line to draw, but necessary for my sanity and respect. I refused to be blackmailed over a name, especially one that meant so much to me.

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A woman texting on her phone in her bedroom | Source: Pexels

In the quiet that followed, I held Clara close. Her innocent eyes are wide and uncomprehending of the adult complexities swirling around her. I whispered promises of love and protection, a vow to keep her world as pure and joyful as possible.

As for Kyle and Sarah, the distance between us grew. They chose to keep the name Paxtyn, a constant reminder of the rift. Yet, despite the heartache, I remain hopeful. Time, I believe, heals and teaches in equal measure.

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A young couple with their child | Source: Pexels

Someday, they might understand why I had to stand my ground. For now, I focus on Clara, my unexpected blessing, and let the storm of that year slowly fade into memory.

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A woman holding her baby at the beach | Source: Pexels

Kyle’s mother had to put her foot down and some boundaries but things didn’t end well in her relationship with her son. Unfortunately, Ella had a similar situation with her daughter, but she fell pregnant. The pregnant daughter ended up breaking her mother’s trust, causing a strain between them.

Am I a Bad Mother for Kicking My Pregnant Daughter Out?

Hi, I’m Ella, and I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster lately. I’m a single mom to my 19-year-old daughter, Rose, who’s been dating Nathan, a guy I surprisingly warmed up to, considering I’m pretty guarded.

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A young and happy couple | Source: Pexels

They seemed perfect together until one day Rose dropped a bombshell—she was pregnant and engaged to Nathan. Just as I was wrapping my head around becoming a grandmother and accepting their future together, my world turned upside down!

I came home early one day, expecting a quiet afternoon, only to find Rose in a compromising situation with another man! The heartbreak and betrayal I felt at that moment were overwhelming. I asked the stranger to leave immediately and confronted Rose.

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A couple caught in bed together | Source: Freepik

Her tearful pleas and explanations did little to calm the storm inside me. In a moment of hurt and anger, I told her she needed to leave our home. Now, I’m left questioning everything. Should I tell Nathan about what happened?

Did I overreact by asking Rose to leave? I’m torn between my love for my daughter and the betrayal I feel. What would you do in my shoes?

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An upset woman thinking about something | Source: Getty Images

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