I cancelled a wedding because I didn’t like the table runners

ETA: this was 12 years ago when I was was 22 years old and I’m not getting married now. See my replies for more info.<br><br>I didn’t know what I wanted for my wedding. I was 22 and we had only planned it for three months because we ran out of money and couldn’t live separately anymore.<br><br>So I went with what my friends were doing. His aunt was paying for it, so that helped, but was very particular about almost everything. <br><br>When it was time to deal with the table runners my aunt and I had a Civil War style battle over what color they should be. I was team burgundy and she was team baby blue.<br><br>Honestly, I was leaning on beige because I don’t like weddings and didn’t want to get married in the first place, but I was doing it because we were young and pregnant and it was expected of us. But I absolutely hated blue. She was a weird aunt that no one liked and the reason I was having a wedding was because of her.<br><br>She was stupidly stubborn and I was a stubborn ass too. I didn’t want baby blue in my wedding. I hated baby blue. She hated the idea of a wedding being anything other than traditional. Honestly I think she just wanted to be a mean aunt that pointed out how my pregnancy was affecting my ankles.<br><br>It got so bad that eventually I just said screw it, cancelled the wedding, moved in with my baby daddy and we lived happily ever after.<br><br>Edit: we are no longer together, this was 12 years ago