Melissa Petro

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If you missed my weekly column this summer all about getting engaged and planning a wedding, here’s the highlight reel: after doing

We’ve all been in a situation where we've thought NO ONE CAN EVER KNOW THAT THIS HAPPENED TO ME.

Arran and I joke that no one wants to go to a wedding, not really— and maybe that’s true, but (perhaps naively) we had thought of the day as a gift to everyone involved, including ourselves.

A week or so ago I started shopping for a wedding dress, and guess what? Shopping for a wedding dress sucks!

For someone like me — someone with difficulty forming and maintaining relationships, who has struggled with commitment, and who’s got intimacy issues galore — surely, you can see the appeal. You don’t need to be Freud to figure out why, at a disturbingly young age, I looked forward to the day a man would commit.

No exaggeration, when I close my eyes— even for a second— I see white dresses.

It's pretty well understood in 12 step programs that "who you see here and what you say here, stays here."

Mark prayed to Saint Francis, a patron saint of drunks and (according to Mark) lost causes. Mark wasn’t religious, but he wore a St. Francis amulet around his neck, a gift from his father. Nights when he didn’t come home, I prayed to St. Francis, too.

The biggest fashion mistake of my lifetime may not be what I wore, but what I didn’t.