Anyone who knows me well already knows this story, but a long time ago I was a runaway groom.
Exactly 10 years ago, on June 26, 2004, I was supposed to get married. My fiancee and I had been planning the wedding for months, getting all the details sorted out. We were to get married at Parkwood, in the sunken garden where so many other weddings had taken place before us.
Afterwards, dinner and a reception were supposed to happen at a nearby golf course banquet hall. We had the flowers, the DJ, the photographer, the limo, people coming from out of town… everything was all ready for the big day. Except me.
I didn’t go to the wedding.
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