Aside to what one would suppose were lying statements to various police agencies, for which no charges apparently are being placed, neither Jennifer nor her intended husband owe any explanation to anyone. Yes, people change their minds at the last minute before a marriage. Men as well as women. Is it hard on the respective families? One would suppose so. But they are not the ones from whom the commitment of marriage is demanded and promised. And, in my judgement, for whatever that might be worth, an aborted marriage ceremony is better in all cases than a later divorce.
Let's all of us butt out of this woman's life and the lives of both the families involved. Maybe she will marry him at some point. Or maybe she won't. But whatever happens, these people are not politicians, movie stars, sports stars or royalty. So let's just leave them alone to enjoy or suffer the aftermath of their Warholish 15 minutes of fame.
Yes, this is a big story and if I was on a newspaper I'd feel obligated (and ordered, actually) to write every detail. But it's really such a sad story and two lives are really traumatized so I've acknowledged it for this site and will move on. I may have one story that is very indirectly related but on even that I'll decide on that in the morning (it really is not related that much). Neither of these two people will ever totally recover from the humiliation of what's happened...and with that my comments end.
About thirty years ago, I was a guest at a wedding in Bay Ridge, where the groom got cold feet. Needless to say the future bride's father was rumoured to have a family business similar to Tony Soprano. He was in the back of the church screaming at his minions,"Find that SOB!" as the bride was crying up a river.
Since I was a friend of the groom, I decided cowardice was the better part of valour and left. I called my buddy several times after that, but he had seemed to disappear off the face of the earth.
About fifteen years later, I'm on Fifth Avenue around Christmas time and I hear my name called. It's my long lost friend and he has two kids with him who I figure are about 12 or 13 years old. While I'm talking to him, my mind is racing with, "Is this guy crazy?", "Where the hell has he been?" "Who's the mother?" "Is there a contract out on his stupid ass?"
Suddenly, he looks past my shoulder and says,"Here's my wife." I turn around and see that it's the bride, who I last saw crying her eyes out in the back of the church. Plus, she is accompanied by a child of about ten years of age, has a toddler by the hand, and has one in the oven.
Mr. Runaway Groom says to the Bride," You remember Patch, he was at our wedding." At that point I made some hurried excuses, told them I was in the phone book, and melted into the crowd.
Let's all of us butt out of this woman's life and the lives of both the families involved. Maybe she will marry him at some point. Or maybe she won't. But whatever happens, these people are not politicians, movie stars, sports stars or royalty. So let's just leave them alone to enjoy or suffer the aftermath of their Warholish 15 minutes of fame.
Arnold Harris
Mount Horeb WI
Since I was a friend of the groom, I decided cowardice was the better part of valour and left. I called my buddy several times after that, but he had seemed to disappear off the face of the earth.
About fifteen years later, I'm on Fifth Avenue around Christmas time and I hear my name called. It's my long lost friend and he has two kids with him who I figure are about 12 or 13 years old. While I'm talking to him, my mind is racing with, "Is this guy crazy?", "Where the hell has he been?" "Who's the mother?" "Is there a contract out on his stupid ass?"
Suddenly, he looks past my shoulder and says,"Here's my wife." I turn around and see that it's the bride, who I last saw crying her eyes out in the back of the church. Plus, she is accompanied by a child of about ten years of age, has a toddler by the hand, and has one in the oven.
Mr. Runaway Groom says to the Bride," You remember Patch, he was at our wedding." At that point I made some hurried excuses, told them I was in the phone book, and melted into the crowd.
It was just too nutty for me.