Dressing up in my mother's love

by Becky J.
(Brisbane, QLD, Australia)

I married on my 19th birthday. A lot of people said I was too young back then, but I was hell bent on spending the rest of my life with Richard. Nobody made me feel like he does. It was different with him, we fought and made love endlessly; it was such a passionate affair.

Richard left his first wife for me, but I didn't mind it. My parents were furious at first but they met him and all the ice melted.

I remember getting my makeup done and staring at my wedding dress. It was beautiful; handmade by my own mother. Instead of the traditional white dress, momma made me one from cotton and polyester (we always had a hard time making ends meet, and I didn't want to rely on Richard's finances). She embroidered beautiful floral patterns in purple and yellow on it too. It didn't look of much, but it made me so happy to know I had her support.

At the altar, our relatives had glowing smiles; they liked the dress. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought of it. It was the most beautiful piece of clothing I have ever seen. Momma threw in a fabric bouquet for me to carry down the aisle too and I had held it.

Those were the good times. Richard left me after barely 5 years of being together for another woman, but I was ok with it. I will always cherish our wedding even if our love no longer holds. I still have my wedding dress in a box under my bed, and will always keep it.