A Little Chapel

As our wedding date came closer we sent out our invite and made our final preparations. This should have been a relatively stress free as all of the costs were covered and everything was booked and ordered.

Unfortunately it was opposite of that. Our four separated parents were all squabbling with each other, my Dad was still objecting to the whole thing, my Uncle was threatening me on the phone and D's Mum and Aunt were making constant complaints and demands from the time of the ceremony, to the hall, our choice of catering and not inviting enough of their friends.

During this time I felt increasingly alone, D didn’t seem to be able to understand the pressure I was under and my Mum wasn’t really able to help me. As the ceremony came closer it all got a lot worse, the week we beforehand was unbearable for both D and me. But after every phone call or hiccup I would just slip out of work or at the end of the day and visit a little Chapel nearby.

The door was always open but it was almost always empty, it was silent and peaceful, but in its emptiness I felt closeness as I prayed for us and all those who were causing difficulties. As I prayed I felt any anger and frustration leave me and was left with calmness before pulling myself back together and getting on with it