Diary of the Real Ziddi Tamana – Part 8
On February 15, 2003 I flew to India with Nik and the very next day got engaged officially to him in front of all of our family and friends. Literally, 10 days after that Nik and I got married. Because everything happened so quickly, my wedding was not my dream it was just my wedding day. There was nothing of my choice except the hall; which I had told my mom about many years prior of wanting to be married there. For heavens’ sake, I didn’t even get to pick my wedding outfit. All the arrangements were done prior to me arriving in India.
It wasn’t fair or the way I wanted it to be but I trusted my mom and knew she would only get me the finest and she delivered on my expectations. I had the finest wedding outfit, jewelry, photography, ceremony, everything. It wasn’t my choice, but it was exceptional. My mom made sure I looked stunning on my big day.
I got married on February 26, 2003. My life changed from that moment on. As I looked up at Nik, I realized he was my life moving forward. He was my happily ever after. This was it, life was supposed to change and become a beautiful thing. But weeks after my wedding things started to go sour. His mother was bitter with me, he was bitter with me. The only person that really was normal was his father. I loved his dad dearly.
After our wedding, we only stayed in India for 3 weeks more and then returned back to Canada.
Well, I’ll be back in town tomorrow and I’ll have some of my story ready. So, stay tuned!
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