Yeah I jilted my fiancé
Not on the day but about a month before
Everything was organised. Dress, party, church, the lot. Not by me but by his over bearing mother. I was only just 18. He was 19. He still lived at home, I didn't, and hadn't for 2 years, was n/c with family so went along with it all in that daft eager to please teen way.
We had split up once. I had told his mum I didn't want to marry him. He was horrifically abusive to me. Very violent over the silliest things. I was dreadfully anorexic, and taking drugs to get by and pretend like everything was great.
Her response was to say, OK, but I think of you as a daughter, we will stay friends, let me take you for a drink.
Eager to please/too scared to say no, I went and she picked me up. We drove and she was talking about cancelling everything, how it was a shame, he was nervous so he hadn't meant to smack me one. I realised we had pulled over beside a house. A really lovely house, about two streets away from their posh house.
She then says, it's such a shame become I bought this for you two. And hands me a key.
I had never ever had a nice house. I was living in a tiny room. Had nothing of my own really. So of course we got back together. He continued to beat me senseless. He was having an affair with his (male) best friend. I caught them but was so out of it on drugs and booze I just said nothing. He told me if I told his mum he would kill me. I ended up getting a flat a few weeks after. He moved in.
Eventually, I met DP. He came to my flat with a mutual friend. My mates knew but being teens they didn't know how to handle it.
DP was older. He walked in, said I needed a good meal, I thought he was full of himself. He said he had heard my fiancé was a wanker. Said you know if you marry someone like that, it won't stop. He will still destroy you
I cried. Totally broke down and said I was so scared, that he had threatened me.
"That's ok. I'll sort it".
And he did. Packed all the fiance's stuff up. Launched it out the window. When he came in, DP said he wanted a chat. Apparently, I found out later he said he was a knobend, that he hates men who thought it ok to smack women around, maybe he would like to smack him one. Fiancé ran away.
His mum rang and gave me a mouthful. Fiancé rang and said about the wedding, he would change, he was sorry. I told him no, it's over.
DP as he became checked in on me daily by phone. I ended up inviting him to a party. And we've been together over 20 years since.
In that case I have no regrets. I dread to think what would've happened. DP helped me get clean, fed me ridiculous meals I couldn't turn down and has never raised one finger to me. My mates were all in on it too the beggars.