I (29F) and my husband Mike (31M) got married last Saturday after dating for 3 years. It was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives — and for most of it, it was. The ceremony was beautiful, the reception was everything I’d spent 14 months planning for, and I truly felt like a princess. We had an expensive honeymoon booked to the Maldives starting the very next day — 10 days in an overwater bungalow that cost us nearly $15,000, all prepaid and non-refundable.But then everything fell apart.
Right after our vows, my husband’s parents were in a terrible crash. He raced to the hospital, ditching our honeymoon. I shrieked, “You owe me this trip! I’m your wife now! You married me, not them!” and jetted off alone. When I got back, thinking I’d won, my blood ran cold when I found him gone.Let me back up and explain.We were literally changing into our going-away outfits when Mike got the call. His mother was unconscious, and his father had multiple broken bones after their car was T-boned by a truck. I understand it was serious, but I’d spent my entire life dreaming about this honeymoon. When Mike told me he needed to stay, I completely lost it.“The hospital will call if anything changes,” I argued. “Your sister lives ten minutes away from them! She can handle it!”