Wedding Day Laundry

Summary

I suffer from severe social phobia. Yet on our wedding day, my fiancé Bill was busy washing his female friend Roxie's underwear. Standing near the crowded venue, heart hammering, I called him, begging him to hurry. His voice was irritated. "Roxie's always careless. I've washed her laundry since we were kids. It takes five minutes, Lynda. Can't you just wait? Do you really think nobody else would ever marry you?"

I choked back tears. "Today is our wedding. Can't you prioritize me once?" Roxie cut in, fake-sweet. "Oh, come on, Lynda. Don't be dramatic. This is the last time.