“Michael, we should announce the date tonight,” Natalie said, sipping her coffee. She was the planner, managing every detail.

“Sure, Nat. Let’s do it,” I replied, trusting her to handle things.

That evening, we announced the date: August. Natalie took charge of the planning, reassuring me that everything was under control.

A few days later, the invitations went out, and the backlash began. My brother, Dave, texted, “What’s with these rules? Clean up after ourselves? Leave by 10:30?”

I was confused and called him. He read the rules to me: “Everyone cleans up. We aren’t hiring staff, so you’ll be assigned tasks. Everyone out by 10:30. We have an early flight.”

I stormed into the kitchen. “Nat, what’s this about rules for clean-up and a curfew?”

Natalie shrugged. “We need to save money. No staff and early morning for our honeymoon.”

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“This is a big deal! You didn’t discuss this with me.”

Natalie was nonchalant. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

I was overwhelmed by angry messages. My mom called, upset. “We’re not servants, Michael. We won’t come if these rules stay.”

I tried to calm her. “I’ll talk to Natalie.”

That night, I confronted Natalie again. “My family is threatening not to come.”

Natalie’s frustration mirrored mine. “If they can’t support us, maybe they shouldn’t come.”

“That’s not fair. They want to celebrate without feeling exploited.”

Natalie insisted. “This is how we save money.”

I was at a loss. My family and friends were furious. I needed to resolve this before it ruined everything.

My dad advised, “Marriage is about compromise. If you can’t find common ground now, it’ll be harder later.”

I tried to talk with Natalie again. “Let’s find a solution together.”

Natalie was anxious. “Every decision feels like a disaster.”

We attempted to compromise, but the same arguments resurfaced. The tension was unbearable.

The next morning, Natalie left a note saying she needed time to think. The wedding was off, at least for now. I felt sad but hopeful that this time apart might help us find our way back to each other.

Was I wrong to be upset, or were the rules too much? What would you have done?