We’ve talked about canceling the wedding. Well, we’d still get married but we wouldn’t have a wedding. We have debts and a mortgage and we both work in businesses that are or will be directly affected by the current economic crisis. That’s our reality.

It wasn’t a pleasant conversation and I think it pained Slim more. Our long term security and happiness is far more important that one day of fun. Still doesn’t make walking away from what we’ve waited so long to experience any easier. And it’s not just ourselves we’re considering. We’re inviting friends who are also affected by this global crisis—they have children to provide for. They will have to pay for flights, hotels, food, etc. with currency that’s weaker than the British Pound.

So we talked, held each other and cried. Then talked some more. We have savings but the wedding would take a small bite out of it. If the worst happened and we both lost our jobs our combined saving would see us through seven months and a bit. More than some folks for sure, but still.

I worry. He worries. I bite my tongue at work now when I see people do stupid things, where in the past I’d rip them a new one. It’s not right. I know what they’re doing is wrong, but my review is coming up and I need it to be very, very good. Some people can be nasty. No need to give them ammo.

For now, we’re moving forward. My father and brothers have offered to help far beyond what I would have expected and Slim and I will be eternally grateful. It covers a third of the costs. I’ve cut back in every way I can imagine: selling my dress on eBay after the wedding, making the invitations and doing the flowers and bouquets myself. That’s about £3000 saved. I am my mother’s daughter.

Slim and I are handling these things well. We communicate, we share and we solve, together. This is a good relationship and will be a good marriage. For that alone, I’m thankful.