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I was in tears when my dad took my arm to walk me down the aisle. I wanted to tell him that I had made a mistake and that I didn’t want to go through with it, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. He had already paid for everything. So I pretended they were tears of joy, and I said the words, I drank the bubbles, I cut the cake, and I pretended I was nervous about having sex "for the first time."