My name is Abigail, and five years ago, I met Derek during our sophomore year of college. It was one of those cheesy moments where you bump into someone, and everything goes flying. Except, in our case, it was a stack of books\u2014one of which hit me square in the face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so sorry!\u201d he exclaimed, scrambling to pick up the books. I laughed it off, rubbing my forehead. From that moment on, Derek and I were inseparable.<\/p>\n
Our relationship had its ups and downs, though. Derek was your typical commitment-phobe. Every time we reached a new milestone, he found an excuse to back out. When I suggested moving in together, his apartment was suddenly \u201ctoo small.\u201d And when it came time to meet my parents, there was always a convenient \u201cwork emergency.\u201d Despite all this, I loved him. He was kind, funny, and supportive when it really mattered.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll never forget the day he proposed. It was so out of character for him, I could hardly believe it. We were at our favorite park, by the old oak tree where we\u2019d carved our initials. Suddenly, he was down on one knee, holding a ring. \u201cAbigail, will you marry me?\u201d he asked, his eyes full of sincerity.<\/p>\n
I was so stunned, I almost forgot to say yes.<\/p>\n
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My parents were over the moon. They had always liked Derek, despite his hesitations. They even threw us an engagement party and offered to pay for the wedding, which I thought was their way of supporting us.<\/p>\n
Fast forward to our wedding day. The beach setting was perfect\u2014the sky was a brilliant blue, and the sound of waves crashing in the background added a serene touch. My best friend and bridesmaid, Julia, was by my side, helping with the final touches.<\/p>\n
\u201cReady to become Mrs. Derek Hoffman?\u201d Julia teased as she adjusted my veil.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe this is actually happening,\u201d I replied, excitement bubbling inside me.<\/p>\n
As we headed to the photographer for some pre-ceremony photos, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. My parents stood beside me, beaming with pride. The photographer snapped away, capturing our smiles.<\/p>\n
But just as we were about to take another picture, I heard the sound of glass shattering. Julia had dropped her glass on purpose, her face twisted in anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, come on!\u201d she shouted, her voice slicing through the happy atmosphere. \u201cAre we really going to pretend nothing happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart sank. Something was horribly wrong.<\/p>\n
\u201cJulia, what are you talking about?\u201d I asked, my voice shaky with confusion.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"