Here I was, getting married. My best friend said she was going to leave and never see me again if I went through with this. I felt sick to my stomach walking down the aisle. My stepfather refused to attend. That was no problem. I was going to do whatever I had to do be a grownup and start my own life with no one telling me what to do. I fainted as I was about to say "I do". Passed right out on the alter in front of God and the gathering behind me. I knew I was making a mistake but didn't have the confidence to call it off. I never did see my best friend again.