I always dreamed of my wedding day being magical—filled with love, laughter, and respect. But instead, I walked into a moment that shattered my confidence and made me question everything.
It started with the speeches. My husband stood up, smiling, and began to talk about our journey. I was touched—until he turned it into a comedy routine. He joked about my cooking, my habits, even my appearance. The guests laughed. I smiled politely. But inside, I was crumbling.
Then came the dance. I had imagined a romantic first dance, something intimate. But he had planned a surprise—he pulled out props, made silly moves, and turned it into a spectacle. Everyone cheered. I stood there, stunned, trying to keep up, trying not to cry.
Later, when I asked him why he did it, he said, “I just wanted to make people laugh. It’s my way of celebrating.” But I didn’t feel celebrated. I felt mocked.
Since that day, I’ve been questioning our relationship. Is this how he sees me? As a punchline? I’ve tried to talk to him, but he brushes it off. “You’re too sensitive,” he says.
But I’m not just sensitive—I’m hurt. I wanted a partner who lifts me up, not one who tears me down for laughs.
Now, I’m left wondering: If he could humiliate me on the most important day of our lives, what does that say about our future?
