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After our recent discussions about the ‘till death do us part‘ aspect of marriage, Sarah, who writes over at San Francisco Budget Wedding, wanted to write a post about surviving divorce, and what it took for her to get married again. I’d like to write a long intro for you, but I don’t think I need to. Her wise and experanced words stand on their own.

I am not just a Wedding Dropout, I am a Marriage Dropout.  It’s not that I’m divorced, but I was the one who walked away from my first marriage.  Throughout my separation and divorce, I spent a lot of time exploring the whys and wherefores, trying to understand exactly why I stayed married as long as I did and why I couldn’t stay married to my ex husband any longer, and also working to make sure that I am getting married to my fiance (I am not getting remarried; they are different people and these are two very different relationships.  There is no “re” here) for the right reasons — and trying to identify what those right reasons are. When I kept reading so many questions from commenters asking, “How do you know if you should call off the wedding?”, I felt compelled to offer my story.

Two Weddings That Never Should Have Been

A few weeks ago, Liz commented, “I know someone getting married. and our friend asked her, ‘when did you know when you were in love?’ and she replied, ‘that’s not how it works. we’ve just been together for a long time, and he’s still hanging around, and this is kind of the next step. right, Liz?’”  When my fiance proposed to his ex wife, this was how it happened.  They had been dating for a few years, and she started making noises that it was time to go the “next step,” so he figured that was what he was supposed to do.  Not surprisingly, the marriage did not work out.  I cannot stress enough that no one should ask, and no one should say yes, just because you’ve spent a lot of time together.  If you can’t come up with a better reason to get married, don’t.

I, too, married for wrong, but different, reasons.  I knew that there was something missing from the beginning.  We lacked … electricity.  But we were good friends, and after two bad breakups, I mistakenly believed that passion fades over time, but friendship will always remain.  What I was too young to understand is that the passion may come and go, but it also sustains a relationship over rough patches that strain a friendship to the breaking point. There were times during the engagement that I came close to calling it off.  I was uncomfortable with how, and how often, we fought.  I missed sparks.  I should have listened to my instincts, but I was afraid to call off the wedding. My parents were on a very tight budget at the time, and they had already put down deposits on the church, the reception venue, the band, the flowers, the cake, favors, decorations, wedding party attire and gifts, etc., etc..  My dress was bought and paid for; the rings were purchased.  The wedding train was chugging along at a fast clip, and I was afraid to jump off the moving train. If I had been engaged when I was older, or perhaps at a time when I was not as vulnerable from past hurts that were still healing, maybe I would have had the nerve to call off my first wedding.  But I didn’t.

If calling off an engagement is painful, calling off a marriage is like breaking an engagement on steroids.  Lots of steroids.  I often compare getting divorced to exploding a bomb into the middle of your existence.  The worst part is that you can never be fully prepared for a divorce.  It does not matter if you are the one who wants it.  I was shocked at how difficult it was to separate myself emotionally from a relationship that I thought long dead.  If this was something I yearned for, why was it so painful?  I lost family and friends I loved.  I disappointed and embarassed them.  I hurt my ex more than I will ever understand.  My divorce — a divorce I asked for and insisted on — broke me emotionally.  This wasn’t your average crying for weeks after a breakup emotional breakdown.  I shut down.  I would go to work and stare at my computer.  Frozen.  I couldn’t read.  The words would jump around on the page; nothing made sense.

If calling off a wedding seems expensive, divorce is exponentially so.  Unhappy couples often accumulate significant consumer debt.  Before the separation, we attempted to fill in the voids in our lives with stuff.  Stuff is expensive, and you usually can’t give it back.  After the separation, I suddenly had the cost of two households on half the income.  I needed to pay off joint debts, mediators and lawyers.  I still had all of our regular child care costs of daycare, books, clothing and extracurricular expenses.  I still needed to eat and pay my other monthly bills.  I was lucky.  I only went through foreclosure. I didn’t have to file bankruptcy.  I am still paying off marital debt.

In the face of all that, it’s hard to remember why I was worried about calling off a wedding just because we had spent a couple thousand dollars on dresses, deposits and wedding favors.

On Remarriage and Trusting My Instincts

I would not be here as a Wedding Undergraduate if my fiance was any other person.  I would not be dating at all.  But I am a rare lucky person.  Tony was my first boyfriend and my first love.  I met him when I was 14 and he was 17.  We broke up two weeks before my 16th birthday, and I didn’t see him again until almost 21 years later.  The first time we saw each other again, we hugged and held hands.  I felt like I had finally found home. Continue reading From Divorce (And Back)

Remember the last day of my vacation, how I posted Kris’s overwhelmed with joy-ness, and you all clamored for a wedding graduate post? Well that girl is snappy, and you have it today. There are a million wonderful things about this post, the way the wedding is both traditional and non-traditional at once; the way Kris talks about really concreate things, like the things they spent their money on; the way she full on tackles that this was her second wedding and what that meant to her on a really personal level. And the wedding is beautiful, did I mention it was beautiful? But before we jump into the post, I’m going to leave you with something Kris said to me in an email, which I loved, “For our wedding we both wanted traditional things.  I wanted a ceremony and he wanted dinner and dancing.  He wanted a wedding party and a ring pillow.  I wanted a bouquet, flowers on the tables, and wedding favors.  I suspected that he wanted me to wear a white dress.  I felt that we had a responsibility because he was the first in his family and his entire generation to be married.” Because sometimes you forget this in the midst of all this wedding hip-ness, simple is great, traditional is great, feeling like you owe something to your family? Sometimes that makes you lucky. And with that, I give you Kris:

The first thing I want to say about our wedding is this: as beautiful as it was to me, as great as the satisfaction I feel about it, the radiant details are less important to me than the fact that we got married.

Perhaps this is partially due to the fact that this wasn’t the first time I got married. The first time was at City Hall in NYC to my very dear ex, who I loved and love.  We had a favorite book: the characters got married at City Hall, and we did too.  We had a couple of different parties afterwards in our many cities that were very us, very loving, very meaningful.  So why then did I feel sad and nervous getting ready to go to City Hall?  Why did I feel like crying the night before one of these parties?  I think we all know the answer.  Sometime even a great person isn’t the right person for you.

My feeling about divorce is that, even at its most amicable, it is heartbreaking.  That vows were said, not just to each other, but to friends and to family.  You may know in your heart that your ex will find someone else, but what about his kind grandfather and grandmother who welcomed you with open arms into the family?  Faith was broken somewhere, even with the best intentions.  That is why, like it says, I have come to believe that marriage should be something you do reverently and advisedly. It is an act with weight. A covenant. It is a great and powerful thing.

When I met my now husband, I did not think we would get married.  Aside from my own fears and concerns, the 13 year age difference made a long term relationship seem unlikely.  I kept bracing myself for the worst, the moment he would find someone else and move on.  That moment never came. We got engaged, now we are married.  We embraced the future together.

When I think of our wedding, I think about how beautiful everything was: the gardens, the pool, the tables, the room I changed in, the patio outside, the chairs, the trees.  I think about the Lion King song his brother sang us, about his best man’s moving toast.   I think about my sister and law singing “Che il sogno di Doretta” as we walked to be married.  Or my friend Ann singing “The Nearness of You” as our first dance.  I think about coming in to our bedroom that night, the bride’s room I changed in, and seeing a million candles and orchids and artichokes that my bridesmaids had repurposed from the tables and used to decorate the room for us.  Let me tell you, any decorated bedroom you have seen in a movie has nothing on these ladies and their men, who helped.  It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. The thing I think about most often is holding the man I love’s hands under the pepper tree and looking at him.  I think about how happy we were, how full we were of the astonishment and joy of getting married to each other.  That is why we had a wedding.

Now the nitty gritty: I think the wedding planning process can be meaningful and transformative; I also think it can be mind-bogglingly stressful and hard.  I thought a little about what I would have told myself at the beginning of it all (not so very long ago!) and here it is:

Continue reading Wedding Graduates: Kristiina & Kevin

Recently, we started a new part of our How-To series: posts on how to throw specific kinds of laid-back weddings (our first was the Beach Wedding). Because, weirdly, it seems like there are not very clear instructions on how you actually go about throwing simple weddings. So today, I’m beyond delighted that I was able to bribe Kathleen, of Jeremy & Kathleen, invitation designer, travelerentrepreneur, and stylish lady extraordinaire to talk about how she threw her At Home Wedding, what she learned, and what advice she has to give (And PS! After we scheduled this post, I found out that today is Jeremy & Kathleen’s two year anniversary. Fate, huh? Congrats you guys!). Now, let’s do this thing!

throwing an at-home wedding

{Yes, it was 2009 and yes I had a yellow balloon bouquet. I still love it.}

First, l was so flattered and thrilled when Meg asked me to write up a home wedding How To. I’m excited to share Jeremy and my wedding with you all. Here is what worked for us and what I would’ve done differently, and some funny stories while we’re at it.

But before I get started, a disclaimer. This was a second wedding / marriage for both Jeremy and me. I had already had the big white wedding in the backyard of a mansion surrounded by twinkle lights and white cake. I was kind of embarrassed about making a big to-do about my second time to say “I do.” I asked Jeremy if we could elope at the courthouse and from there live happily ever after, but he felt strongly about making this commitment to each other in front of our nearest and dearest. He felt like our love deserved a celebration. And he was right.

Jeremy and I had spent the summer prior to our wedding remodeling a historical house built in 1929. Together we made our place our home. When we decided to go through with a wedding, getting married in our home seemed like the obvious venue.

So on to the details (and I think lots of this advice can be applied to a more traditional wedding as well):

{Our modest home and the location for our wedding}

LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION:

If you want to get married in your home consider the space. Our home is only 1,500 square feet so we made almost every single room open and available for guests to mingle and sit in. We had about 30 people at the ceremony and then opened up the home for a reception in the evening where guests could pop in and out as they pleased. I think at most we had 60 people in our house at once and at times it felt like a tight squeeze.

You might also consider using the fabulous home of a close friend or family member (if they’re open to the idea). I have some friends that got married in their parent’s gorgeous backyard. But as always, have an indoor alternative in case weather gets crazy.

The great thing about getting married in your own home is the flexibility you have to get things ready in advance. However, that didn’t keep me from procrastinating down to the very last minute. Learn from my mistakes, people! Continue reading How To: Plan An At Home Wedding

We’ve talked about the blasting the shame around second weddings before on APW, back when Brandi wrote, “This isn’t your second wedding, it’s your last. Should I have the honor of receiving an invitation, I’ll be there with bells on and help you celebrate, in the fullest manner possible.” So today, we’re lucky to get Karen’s wise, honest, and beautifully written perspective on planning a wedding that is her first, and her partner’s last.

The nightmare daydream is this:

We’re on the beach at our wedding. It’s pissing down rain, and it’s windy and cold. We have food and drink and cake for 150 people, but not nearly that many people have shown up—or maybe they’ve just left early; the dream is not specific. I’m standing there in my fancy wedding dress, trying to recapture the magic I envisioned when planning this big party, but all I feel is foolish. I’m a month away from turning 45, ten years (if not twenty) older than is really appropriate for this type of wedding, and I should have known better. Brian is there, and I know he’s hurting for me, but he doesn’t know how to fix it. He tried to give me the wedding I wanted, but it’s my fault for wanting it, and we both know that. Everyone knows that.

Another snapshot, now this one real: We’re at Brian’s grandmother’s house; it’s been a year since she died, and the family is just now getting around to sorting through stuff and getting the house ready for sale. We’re packing the car with the things we’ve taken, when the girl child comes bouncing up to us, holding a picture in a frame.

“Look, Daddy,” she says, “it’s your wedding picture!”

Brian freezes. I freeze.

Somehow he manages to tell her he doesn’t want it; somehow he manages to tell her it’s okay if she does want it. As long as she doesn’t try to put it up in our apartment, I think, but don’t say. Your wedding pictures haven’t been taken yet, I think, but don’t say.

Of course, the reality is this: Our wedding pictures haven’t been taken yet. Our wedding hasn’t happened yet. But Brian has been married before, and no amount of putting my fingers in my ears and scrunching my eyes shut refusing to acknowledge that can make it any less true. Continue reading Wedding Undergraduate: The Second Wedding

Today’s post is about what really matters. And I don’t mean that in a wedding-y way, like, “The vows mattered but the favors didn’t.” I mean that in an absolute way. It’s about love and loss. It’s about being brave enough to find your heart again. It’s about being brave enough to face how scared and sad you actually are… and moving forward anyway. And yes, it’s about what matters at a wedding, too: it’s about grinning, family, and love. Not just the love between two people, but the greater love that holds us up every day.

“I dreamed I ruined your wedding. You weren’t mad, but you were very disappointed. I’ll explain the rest after I get there. It was…complicated. ” This was the call I received from my sister the day before my wedding.

She was right. The dream was quite involved and included things like heavy machinery, an aisle runner fashioned from crushed pretzels, and hiking through the woods during a thunderstorm in.my.wedding.dress. It made her forgetting to bring my brooch bouquet the next day pale in comparison. But I’ll get to that later.

I never thought I’d get married again. I know lots of people say that, but I meant it. I was married once before. It wasn’t good; I’ll leave it at that. And it lasted way too long, but that’s how long it took for me to realize I didn’t have to remain there…that it was okay to end it. Hey, I’m a Virgo, we over-analyze everything. But even after the bad marriage, I wasn’t totally soured on the idea. Cut to a few years later and I was engaged. This time it was great. We started out as friends, had common interests, and even kept things going during a multi-year long distance stint. Then, just after we got engaged, he up and died on me.

Have you ever seen tapes of those football players hit simultaneously by two people from different directions? The ones who fly up into the air, limbs flailing like a rag doll and you’re left wondering if they’ll ever eat solid foods again? Yeah. Combine that with a sucker punch to the gut and jumping into an icy river naked, and you have a small idea of how it felt.

I crawled into a deep, dark hole. It took therapy, meds, and some very good friends to pull me back out. But even then, I didn’t date. I didn’t even think about dating. I worked. I rode my bike. I continued breathing. I deflected well-meaning friends who tried to set me up with nice guys. I immersed myself in school, work, and schoolwork. And slowly, I began to heal.

And years later, out of the blue, I met Eric. He was the shy friend of a friend who didn’t know anyone at the party except our host. I talked to him and made a point to introduce him to others. We kept gravitating back to each other. At the end of the night, I told him it was great to meet him and he should come around more often.

He showed up the next weekend. And the next. It just evolved from there and all those protective walls I built slowly crumbled away. He eventually proposed, and after he nixed my elopement proposal, we started planning our wedding. I got a dress. I searched for a site we could afford. I found APW. I bought him a ring. And then the past came crashing in on me. Continue reading Wedding Graduates: Melody & Eric

Today’s wedding graduate post is in two amazing parts. It’s the story of balancing an elopement with family needs, of a simple last minute at home wedding service, and of the sweeping vistas of Yosemite. It’s about amazing photography and simple intimate loving moments. So let’s start Holly’s story (Holly is, by the way, an excellent photographer in her own right) on a farm in Florida, with her family gathered round. Here is The Wedding Day, Part I:

This is the story of how we ended up getting married twice in one week. Once on a family farm in Florida and the next in the middle of a valley in Yosemite. Two weddings never was part of the plan – that would just be crazy! But that’s how it ended up happening. And we wouldn’t change a thing.

Chris warned me within the first twenty minutes after I accepted his proposal that our wedding would have to include “everybody or nobody.” He comes from a large family, has never been married, and has tons of friends, so naturally everybody wanted to celebrate with him.  Our main concern was how on earth we would pay for such a soiree. In talking about the type of wedding we envisioned, we both imagined having a more practical affair. So that’s what we set out to have…

A widowed mother of a preschooler, I am currently working as a self-employed photographer and he is a marine biologist…which basically means we’re not at risk of being wealthy anytime soon. But we are very much in love and were determined to have the wedding of our dreams within our budget, which was essentially nothing. Working in the wedding industry, I knew what things cost and how quickly things add up.

I made budgets, spreadsheets and guests lists for seven different weddings, and for one reason or another none of them would work. Wedding planning was taking away from time that I should have been spending with my young daughter and when I should have been up editing other people’s weddings or sleeping at night.

Frustrations grew and every day elopement looked to be a better option. Finally, one day, we used our airline miles to book two tickets to California and announced to our families that we were going to elope in Yosemite seven months later. The announcement was met with a mixture of happiness and disappointment. Happiness because they knew that was what we wanted, and disappointment because everyone wanted to be there to share in our day with us.

As the time grew closer, our families had a harder time talking about our wedding. I knew in my gut that I would never forgive myself for saying “I do” without my daughter, Charlotte, who Chris is going to adopt, there with us. And I knew that our families, though they would never say it, would always be hurt that they weren’t there to see us. I wanted Charlotte to hold our hands as we promised our lives together as a family. And I had no idea what we were supposed to do about it at that point. The idea of bringing her with us on a plane to California and then dragging her along for ten days sounded absolutely miserable and was out of the question. Continue reading Wedding Graduates: Holly & Chris, Part 1