BROKEN HEART SYNDROME
means I can’t remember my wedding
I t was the moment I had dreamt of my whole life: walking down the aisle in my beautiful white beaded gown in front of friends and family to marry the man of my dreams. For 18 months had agonised over every single detail. From our beautiful country club venue in Naples, Florida, in the US, to the delicate blooms in my gerbera daisy bouquet, I wanted everything to be perfect. And on that day, March 23, 2013, it was exactly that.
Or at least that’s what my husband and high school sweetheart Cody, 27, and our 100 guests tell me. The problem is, after spending nearly two years planning my dream wedding, I can’t remember a single detail from the actual day.
On our first night as husband and wife, Cody and I stayed in the honeymoon suite and we said, “I love
Photos like these of our special day were too painful for me to look at