Exactly that. I was 18. Frozen panic and absolute knowledge of the future during a one second stall when I was supposed to say "I do". A clear voice said in my head, "You can always get divorced." So I said the two words in that crappy little church and kissed the wrong man. It lasted 9 months. In the 50 years since I haven't been sufficiently tempted to succumb to societal pressure and try it again. Your wonderful writing just brought that all back. Yikes. Thanks?