Remember that wedding gown that arrived in December 2008 that caused me so much strife and nearly killed me? I've only looked at it twice. The first time was in a moment of weakness when it first arrived, and I cried and cried and cried. The second time was shortly after dr soc moved to Charlotte and I knew I would marry him. And when I looked at it that time, I felt happy, hopeful, and a little bit giddy.
That's when I knew I would get to wear my wedding gown. And I don't feel bad about that at all. I don't believe that I'm wearing a the dress I got for another wedding. I got that dress because I felt beautiful in it. Because I felt like a bride in it. I didn't get this dress for another guy. I got that dress for me.
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