At our wedding, my husband ignored my alcohol allergy and let his childhood sweetheart lead the others in forcing drinks on me. I choked and nearly suffocated.
Then, after his childhood sweetheart provoked him, he mocked me mercilessly.
“Stop pretending to be pure. I know you can drink. You once drank so much trying to win back your ex that you ended up in the hospital. But now you can't drink for me?”
“You begged me to marry you in the first place, so now you'd better put up with it. Don't ruin the mood.”
Since I was the one who set this wedding in motion, I should be the one to decide when it ends.
