My mother or father informed me that I was getting married. I was blown away. I didn't know who in the world I would be getting married to, and I certainly didn't remember deciding to get married. But apparently the wedding was going to take place that day. Everything was prepared. The whole family was there and my soon to be husband was on the way. I was trying to figure out who it could be. My mom was kind of saying "you know so and so." I couldn't remember for the life of me. Finally he arrived. I saw him and acted like I knew him. I thought I might actually have some vague recollection of the man, maybe a long time ago, but I wasn't sure. But I was like "Oh yeah I remember you", I think kind of to myself. He looked good but I had no feelings for the guy. I didn't even know him. I knew that a wedding simply could not take place. Finally, and quickly, I grabbed him and excused ourselves and pulled him into another room. I said "I don't think I remember you, when did I meet you? When did we decide to get married?" And he tried reminding me of the party, the one where we had met, a week or so ago, maybe a month. Then my mom and my aunt came in. And I went ahead and said "We aren't getting married, we simply can't." I felt really bad of course because they had gone to so much troubles preparing for this wedding. But I couldn't let this alter my decision.