Three days before the wedding, I found out his mom had the vegan dishes removed.
My fiancé shrugged and said, “It’s not a big deal.”
But it was a big deal—to me.
No one asked me. No one consulted me. I felt erased from my own wedding.
It wasn’t just about food. It was about respect. It was about how easily my voice had been dismissed. I had spent months planning every detail, making sure everyone felt included—and in the end, I was the one excluded.
So I cancelled it—two days before.
But I didn’t stop there.
