The night before my wedding, I heard my bridesmaids through the hotel wall: “Spill wine on her dress, lose the rings, whatever it takes – she doesn’t deserve him.” My maid of honor laughed “I’ve been working on him for months.” I didn’t confront them. Instead, I rewrote my entire wedding day…

other they would be bridesmaids at each other’s weddings.

Now Sophie was getting married.

And Emma felt like a stranger.

The other bridesmaids were beautiful, confident women from Sophie’s university years.

Women who traveled together.

Women who posted glamorous photos online.

Women who seemed effortlessly perfect.

Emma never felt she belonged among them.continue reading …