My name is Tessa. Just a few weeks ago, I thought my life was unfolding exactly the way I always dreamed it would. I was 35, newly engaged to a man I adored, and just days away from marrying him. For the last eight months, wedding planning had been my full-time hobby. Menus, guest lists, music playlists, fittings, seating charts—I lived and breathed every detail.
And I loved it. As a little girl, I used to twirl around in my mom’s old bridesmaid dresses, imagining this day. That dream was finally becoming real.
