Bride Gets Dumped Just 1 Hour To Her Wedding – See Why
In an experience that could easily pass for the most painful heartbreak ever, a bride -to-be, Cyndi Maisonneuve, got dumped by her fiancť just one hour to her long awaited big day in Hawaii.
Narrating her experience to Guardian UK, Maisonneuves, disclosed how she stood with her veil on her hair and impatiently longing for the moment when she would say ďI doĒ to her best friend who she met at a baseball game.
Suddenly, her husband-to-be suddenly stormed the hotel room and spilled the news amidst tears. His reason? He didnít want children while the bride herself wanted them.
“On the afternoon I was due to be married, my sister was helping me get dressed when she asked me, ďAre you nervous?Ē I can honestly say I wasnít. I was an hour away from the wedding Iíd always dreamed of Ė on a beach in Hawaii Ė with the man who was my best friend. I shook my head, and I remember her exact reply: ďWell, why would you be? Heís such a great guy.Ē Iíve often thought about that since. Once, it made me cry. Now I find it almost funny.
Iíd met my fiance two years earlier at a baseball game. He was tall and cute. I lived in Toronto and he was two hours away in northern Ontario but we started dating. Iíd drive up to see him every weekend. We were besotted. When he proposed six months later Ė on a beach watching the sunrise Ė it didnít feel rushed. I was 23 and it felt as if life was coming together. People would say how good we were as a match. We were both active and ambitious, and he got on well with my family. As we planned the wedding, we bought a house together. Sure, we had the odd argument, but what couple doesnít?
Weíd decided weíd marry in Hawaii. He was very much involved in organising things. On the day itself, I was so excited. I went for a run that morning and I remember telling myself to savour everything. We were staying at a hotel overlooking the beach where the ceremony would take place and, from our window, I watched preparations. Maybe thatís why I wasnít nervous as I started getting dressed. Maybe thatís why I was so blindsided by what happened next.
He came into the room and said we needed to talk alone. He was crying. I assumed he was letting the emotion of the day get to him. Then he said it. ďI donít think I can do this.Ē I couldnít understand. I asked: ďAre you joking?Ē
He shook his head. I stood there Ė with the veil already in my hair. This man who was supposed to be the love of my life was telling me he was calling off the wedding less than an hour before we were due on the beach. I didnít even ask why. I told him to leave. That hotel room suddenly felt so small.
My sister and my bridesmaid went after him, but he ran away from them. He didnít even tell the organisers. I had to watch from the window as my sister went to the beach and let everyone know.
If there had been any question that it was just last-minute jitters, opening the wardrobe proved otherwise. While Iíd been out that morning, he had taken all his clothes and passport. Heíd actually left me. I was heartbroken. Humiliated, devastated.
I needed to escape. I went to walk along the beach. Then, after half an hour, I called him. He just said heíd gone with his gut. Thatís all. I donít know how I got through that night. It was a daze. I went to dinner but couldnít eat. My sister gave me sleeping pills but I woke up at 4am. Remembering it all anew was one of the hardest things.
What made it worse was that he stayed on the island for the rest of the week. We were in the same resort. I saw him in the car park two days later and called him a coward; already my devastation was turning to anger. I packed the rest of the holiday with activities to take my mind off what was happening. My aim was to be so shattered every night that Iíd fall asleep without thinking. But back in Canada, reality came round. I moved back in with my parents and they sorted out the sale of the house. I felt as if Iíd regressed to being a teenager again.
A few weeks later we met and he suggested we stay together but not get married, which I thought was astonishing. The reason he gave for calling it off was that he didnít want children and I did. He never said why that became an irresolvable issue only on the day itself. Eventually we lost touch. Now, six years on, Iíve started dating again. What happened is far enough in the past now not to hurt so much. I told a new friend about it recently and I realised itís actually a pretty great anecdote. I can even laugh about it.Ē