Chelsea is all set to marry Rasmus, the man of her dreams. But when the wedding day arrives and no guests show up, Chelsea has to figure out who canceled her wedding and whether her groom is right for her or not.
I’ve always wanted that ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of romantic life. So, when I met Rasmus, I thought I had finally gotten it. But as my wedding day began to unravel, it seemed I had gotten the nightmare version instead.
Rasmus and I met at a bakery. It was a sweet little meet-cute situation — where I was convinced he was the perfect person for me. We exchanged numbers over rye bread.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Chelsea,” he said, holding onto a loaf of artisanal bread.
He called me just as he left the bakery, wanting us to have dinner that night.
Two short years later, we were waking up to our wedding day.
That morning, I showered early, eagerly awaiting my hair and makeup appointments. I remember sitting at the edge of the hotel bed, looking at my dress and holding my breath.
I couldn’t wait to marry Rasmus. I couldn’t wait to begin our lives together.
So, the day went on — my maid of honor, my sister Jess, was with me, and we continued to get ready.
“Where’s Mom?” Jess asked. “Shouldn’t she be getting dressed with us?”
“No, we decided it would be best for her and Dad to meet us at the venue. You know she doesn’t get along with Rasmus.”
Jess shook her head.
“You’d think that Mom would have sorted out her feelings by now.”
It was true, my parents loved me — but they just couldn’t see Rasmus and me together.
“There’s just something off about him,” my father would say. “But we respect your wishes to marry him.”
Closer to the time, Jess called for the hotel car, and we made our way to the wedding venue.
“Where is everyone?” Jess asked, echoing my thoughts.
It was an entire wedding venue with literally not a soul in sight. There was no welcome sign for the guests, no welcome drinks, no décor, no staff, and absolutely no guests.
Not even Rasmus.
“Get Brenda on the phone,” I said, talking about my wedding planner.
I was beginning to panic. I was all dressed and ready to go. It was supposed to be my special day.
“Brenda, where is everyone?” I asked when Jess handed me the phone.
“What do you mean?” Brenda’s calm voice came through the speaker.
“I’m at my wedding venue, and there’s nobody here!” I exclaimed, the panic evident in my voice.
“Chelsea, honey,” Brenda said. “The wedding was canceled. The directive came through your email address just three days ago.”
My heart almost stopped beating.
How could I have canceled my own wedding? I went through my emails, and sure enough, there it was.
Dear Brenda,
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the wedding is off. Please notify all the guests and the vendors.
But it made no sense. It was from my corporate account — an account that my family had access to because we all worked at the family business together.
My mind raced — did Mom and Dad? Could they really…? No, they couldn’t have.
They always said that it was my life and my choices. Even if they didn’t approve of Rasmus, they wouldn’t hurt me like this.
I needed to hear it from them.
But my parents were just as shocked as I was.
“We were on a flight, honey,” my father said. “I had a business meeting, and your mother tagged along with me. We had nothing to do with it. We did get the cancellation from Brenda and just wanted to give you your space.”
“I didn’t see any email,” Jess said. “But you know how bad I am at checking my mail.”
That’s when it hit me — the only other person who would have access to my email accounts, work and personal, was Rasmus.
The same man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the other end of the aisle.
I asked Jess to take me home, ready for answers. I needed to know what was happening and how it all unfolded without my knowledge.
I walked into our little apartment, and there he was. Rasmus, sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal. He had no intention of leaving the house because he was in his sweatpants, wearing glasses, and his hair was wavy.
His usual armor of being well-dressed, contacts in, and hair swept into his signature hairstyle was all missing.
“You canceled our wedding?” I asked before he could say anything.
Rasmus didn’t even try to hide it. He had canceled the wedding because, three days ago, he realized that as much as he loved me, he wasn’t ready for marriage.
So, he panicked.
“I didn’t have the courage to tell you,” he said. “I figured that you’d think the wedding was on, and then when the slip-up happened, you would want to investigate it. I thought it would take the heat off me.”
As I stood there, my wedding day in ruins around me, I realized that my parents were right. Rasmus wasn’t the person for me. And as much as it hurt, a part of me was relieved he did it.
So, here I am, looking at my wedding dress and wondering what to do with it.
What would you have done?
Farmer Finds Pasture Empty, Sees All 32 Dead Cows In One Big Pile
This time of year, lightning strikes and thunderclaps are common in Missouri.
The recent extreme weather and water have caused significant harm to the area.
After feeding the dairy cows on a Saturday morning, Jared Blackwelder, a farmer in Springfield, and his wife Misty heard loud crashes, but they didn’t pay any attention to it.
However, Blackwelder discovered the horrifying sight when he returned to the field to gather the cows for the milking at night: his thirty-two dairy cows were dead and stacked on top of each other in the mulch.
“He went out to bring the cows in and that’s when he found them,” stated Stan Coday, president of the Wright County Missouri Farm Bureau, as reported by CBS News.It happens a lot. It does happen. The worst thing about this issue was the sheer number of animals affected.
Coday was informed by the local veterinarian conducting the examination that the cows’ deaths were actually caused by lightning.
Perhaps while the storm raged overhead, the cows coordinated their retreat under the trees.
“You’re at the mercy of mother nature,” Coday said, mentioning that a few years before he had lost a cow to lightning.
Farmers are aware of the possibilities, but Coday stated that it is very difficult to experience such a loss.
They are nothing like pets. But all of the ones I’m milking, I’ve grown,” Blackwelder told the Springfield News-Leader.They are a little different because you handle dairy animals twice a day. It knocks you quite hard.
It’s a financial disaster as well.
Although Blackwelder claimed to have insurance, the News-Leader expressed doubt about its ability to cover his losses.
According to his estimation, the value of each certified organic cow ranges from $2,000 to $2,500, meaning that the total is around $60,000.
According to Coday, “the majority of producers don’t have insurance.””Losing a cow means you lose everything.”
In answer to questions from neighbors, Coday, a beef cow breeder, would want to clarify that it was not possible to retrieve any meat from Blackwelder’s animals.
He said, “Those animals are damaged, and when he found them, it was clear they had been there for a few hours.”Processing an animal requires that it go through a specific process. It would not have been appropriate for humans to consume them.
Coday also mentioned that the majority of Missourians do not own a separate cow barn due to the state’s milder climate.
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