A man falls in love with a large woman but he is ashamed to be seen with her in public so he invites a thin girl to go with him to his parents’ anniversary celebration.
Mark Hallspringer was determined to find the perfect woman: bright, charming, witty, and of course, beautiful with a dynamite figure and great style. After all, he was handsome, successful and athletic, and quite a catch. He deserved the best.
When Mark started talking to Anna, he had no romantic intentions whatsoever. She definitely wasn’t his type. The funny thing is that sometimes we get what we need, not what we want, and it took Mark a long, long time to realize that.
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It all started when Mark was asked to coordinate efforts between the company’s sales director and the marketing division. Marketing, as it turned out, was being run very efficiently by a woman called Anna Coulton.
Even though Mark and Anna had been working in the same company and the same building for three years, they had never met, not at meetings, or mixers, or even the Christmas party.
Mark sent Anna an email asking her to explain how she was articulating her marketing push with the sales division (sales were lagging and blaming marketing).
Anna’s reply was concise, clear, and neatly put the ball back on the salesforce side of the fence. Mark liked the way her mind worked, and he also liked the fact that she had put forward several suggestions to help boost sales.
The next day, he called her on the phone to discuss her ideas, and to set up a meeting between her and the sales director. Anna had a lovely throaty voice, and a lovely laugh, and halfway through they were chatting like old friends.
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From then on, Mark found himself calling Anna — supposedly to check up on progress — but in reality to hear her voice. He liked Anna Coulton’s intelligence and sense of humor, and he loved talking to her.
A few weeks of daily conversations down the line, Mark asked Anna out on a date. There was a long silence on the other end of the line. “Are you sure about that, Mark?” Anna asked.
“Of course!” Mark said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I may not be what you expect,” she said quietly. “I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”
“Tea…” said Mark. “Did I ever tell you my mother’s British? I love tea, every type of tea, I’m addicted to tea…” Anna laughed and reluctantly agreed to have lunch with Mark on Saturday.
The day arrived and Mark waited impatiently outside the restaurant for Anna to arrive. “I should have asked if she was a blonde or a brunette!” he thought to himself. “How will I know who she is?”
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Just then, a large girl approached Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello, Mark,” said Anna’s throaty, sexy voice. “I’m Anna.”
Mark was stunned. Whatever he had expected wasn’t this! Anna was beautiful, yes, very beautiful with a face worthy of the cover of Vogue, but she was overweight. She was what they now tactfully call a plus-size.
But then they started talking, and Mark forgot about her weight and found himself completely fascinated by Anna and her radiant smile. At the end of lunch, he already knew he wanted to see her again.
Over the next six months, they fell in love, but Mark found himself cringing from the idea that other people would know he was dating a big girl. The truth is, he was embarrassed, and that embarrassment shamed him.
At work, they kept their relationship under wraps, because of company policy, but Mark had already met Anna’s family and knew she was waiting to meet his. The issue became even more pressing when he found himself proposing one night.
He loved Anna. He wanted to spend all his time, the rest of his life with her, but he didn’t want anyone to know… He imagined his kid brother’s smirk as he eyed Anna’s ample curves. No! It wasn’t going to happen!
Then disaster struck. His parents were having their 40th wedding anniversary celebration and Anna helped him to shop for a present. “So when is the party, babe?” Anna asked excitedly. “I can’t wait to meet them! Do they know we’re engaged?”
Mark nodded. “Yes, they do! They know all about you!” That was a lie. All that his parents knew was that Mark was in love and engaged to a beautiful girl called Anna, but they knew nothing specific about her at all.
Mark explained that the party would be at his parents’ home in Connecticut, and they would take the two-hour drive over on Friday night, then spend the weekend. Anna was delighted, and Mark was horrified. How was he going to get out of this bind? Anna expected to go, and his parents expected her there…
Then Mark had an idea. It was a stupid idea, though it seemed to be brilliant at the time mostly because it would save him embarrassment.
Two days before they were supposed to drive up to Connecticut, Mark called Anna. “Honey, I have bad news!” he said. “I’m on a plane. The board wants me up in Colorado to sort out a labor issue, which means I’ll be flying directly to Connecticut on Saturday morning, if at all. I’m sorry, you won’t be able to go with me!”
Anna was very disappointed. “Oh, no!” she gasped, I’m so sorry. But what about your present? Do you want me to send it by special delivery?”
Mark sighed with relief. Anna was taking it well. “Baby, that would be brilliant! Let me give you my parents’ address…”
Anna hung up the phone. Poor Mark! He’d sounded so disappointed! Anna stared down at his parents’ address and an idea popped into her head. Why not deliver the gift in person? It would be a lovely surprise for Mark!
That it would be a mistake didn’t even cross Anna’s mind until she knocked on the door of Mark’s parents’ house and a slender older woman answered.
“Yes?” the woman said politely.
Anna gave her best smile. “Hi,” she said. “This is an anniversary gift for Mr. and Mrs. Hallspringer?”
The woman smiled and took the present from Anna’s hands. “Thank you!” she said and started to close the door.
Anna put out her hand. “I’m Anna. Anna Coulton, Mark’s fiancée?” She started to feel nervous when the woman’s mouth hung open.
“Is this a joke, young woman?” she asked sternly. “Because my son and his fiancée Anna are sitting down to dinner with me this minute…” Anna pushed past the woman rudely and walked into the house.
There was a big table set up in the dining room and at one end was Mark, and next to him, hanging on to his arm was a slender gorgeous girl. “Mark!” Anna cried. “What is going on here?”
Mark jumped to his feet and his face turned deadly white. “Anna-” he stuttered. “It’s not what you think… This woman, she’s an actress…”
“I don’t understand,” Anna cried. “If you don’t love me, why did you propose!”
“I do love you!” Mark said. “It’s just that… I was afraid…You…You know…”
“No,” Anna said. “I don’t know. What about me?” The other people around the table were sitting in absolute silence and most of them were looking down, and away from Mark.
Mark whispered, “You’re so…big.”
Anna looked him in the eyes for one long moment then she took off her ring and placed it on the table.
“You don’t know what love is. If you loved me,” she said sadly, “you wouldn’t be ashamed of me.” Before Mark could say another word, she turned her back and walked out.
Mark tried to phone Anna again and again, but she wouldn’t take his phone calls, not even at work. He was desolate. He missed Anna more and more, and he now realized he might have lost her forever.
There had to be a way to win her back, to make her see that he’d learned his lesson… The next day, when Anna was walking up to the office block she and Mark worked in, she saw a crowd of her colleagues milling around in front of the building and pointing at a huge billboard on the other side of the street.
When they saw Anna, they all started to whistle and clap. Anna frowned, then she saw the billboard, and her mouth dropped open. On the huge billboard was a photo of herself and Mark, with their arms around each other.
A huge caption proclaimed, “I LOVE ANNA COULTON AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!” Anna was still trying to process the whole scene when Mark walked up to her and dropped to one knee.
“Please marry me,” Mark said with tears in his eyes. “I love you, now and forever, forgive me even if I’m an idiot!”
“You ARE an idiot!” Anna said, “But I still love you!”
Anna and Mark are making plans for a winter wedding up in Connecticut and all their friends and both families are invited.
What can we learn from this story?
- Accept people for who and what they are. Mark was in love with Anna but he was afraid of what people would think because she was plus-size.
- What matters the most is the love and kindness in people’s hearts, not their looks. When he lost Anna, Mark finally realized what really mattered to him.
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I Found My Daughter’s Wedding Dress Cut to Pieces with My Stepdaughter Standing over It – I Thought She Did It, but I Was Wrong
Instead of joyfully planning weddings together, my two engaged daughters were always bickering. But when I discovered my youngest daughter’s wedding dress destroyed and my stepdaughter standing over it in tears, I realized I’d completely misread the signs of what was really happening in our home.
I’m a mother of two: my biological daughter Hannah (22) and my stepdaughter Christine (23). They grew up together after my husband passed away years ago, and I’ve always tried my best to hold our blended family together.
A sad woman with her two daughters sitting at an outdoor funeral | Source: Midjourney
Last year, both girls still lived at home with me — well, mostly. They spent a good amount of time at their fiancés’ places.
Our house should have been buzzing with the excitement of two upcoming weddings. Instead, the atmosphere grew heavy every time Hannah scrolled through wedding ideas on her phone while Christine sat across from her, barely hiding her annoyance behind a forced smile.
“Look at these centerpieces, Mom!” Hannah held up her phone one evening, her blue eyes sparkling. “Aren’t they gorgeous? They’re doing this thing with floating candles and flower petals. John says it might be over budget, but I think we can make it work if we DIY some of the arrangements.”
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Christine grabbed her glass and headed to the kitchen. “I need a refill. Because apparently, we need to hear about every single wedding detail every single night.”
“Christine,” I warned.
“What?” She spun around. “I’m just saying, some of us are trying to eat dinner without a Pinterest board shoved in our faces.”
This was typical of Christine. She’d always turned everything into a competition with Hannah, from their grades to hobbies and even the attention I gave them after their father died.
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Hannah never played along, which only seemed to frustrate Christine more.
“Christine, honey,” I called after her. “Don’t you want to show us your wedding ideas too? You mentioned that vintage theme last week.”
“What’s the point?” She leaned against the kitchen door frame. “It’s not like I can get the venue I want anyway. Every decent place is booked through next summer.”
“There are other beautiful venues,” Hannah offered softly. “I could help you look—”
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“Of course you could,” Christine cut in. “Because you’re just better than me at Googling.”
I sighed. They continued bickering until I intervened. Little did I know this was only the beginning of an implosion for our family.
A few days later, Hannah bounced into the living room, practically glowing. “John and I set a date!”
Christine froze with the TV remote in the air. “What?”
“Late January!” Hannah twirled around the room. “The Winter Garden had a cancellation, and everything just fell into place perfectly. The coordinator said we got so lucky!”
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I watched Christine’s face fall. She’d been engaged to Eric for eight months but struggled to secure a venue. I also suspected that Eric hoped to have a longer engagement before their wedding.
Meanwhile, Hannah had only been engaged for two months and was well on her way to getting married first. John, too, seemed pleased to move forward with their plans.
“You can’t have a January wedding,” Christine said, throwing the remote on the couch and standing up. “That’s too soon. Can’t you wait?”
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“But we already booked everything,” Hannah replied, her excitement deflating slightly. “The deposit’s paid and… oh! Want to see my dress? I still can’t believe I found it!”
Without waiting for an answer, Hannah pulled out her phone and showed us a photo of herself in a stunning $1,500 wedding gown.
“I bought it yesterday,” she added softly. “I’m sorry. I wanted to have a fitting with my bridesmaids and you, Mom, so we could all pick. But this one went on sale online, and I just clicked! It only needs a few alterations. Everything feels meant to be!”
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“Oh, honey! It’s beautiful. Do you have it safe in your room?” I asked. “We can take it to the seamstress today.”
“Sure! I was thinking—”
“I need some air,” Christine snapped, storming out of the room.
Hannah sighed at the interruption and went back to her room. Christine might have been disappointed about her delayed wedding, but she didn’t have the right to make this experience miserable for everyone.
I just didn’t know how to say all this without seeming like I was taking one side.
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A week passed, and Christine avoided us completely. My texts received short replies like “busy” or “with Eric.” But a few days before Hannah’s wedding, Christine showed up for dinner. John was there too, and something felt off.
The dining room was unusually quiet. John picked at his food, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially Christine. Even Hannah seemed to notice something was wrong.
“Everything okay, babe?” she asked John, touching his arm gently. “You’ve hardly touched your food.”
“Yeah, just… work stuff.” He pushed his chair back, his fork clattering against the plate. “Mind if I get some air? Need to clear my head.”
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“Do you want me to come with you?” Hannah asked.
“No!” The word came out too sharp, making us all jump. “I mean, no, thanks. I just need a minute.”
A few minutes after John left, Christine excused herself to use the bathroom. When she didn’t return for a while, I started to worry. Then, she suddenly appeared in the dining room doorway.
“Eric’s waiting outside,” she announced, her voice tight. “I’ve got to go.”
“But you just got here,” Hannah said. “Can’t he come in? We haven’t had dessert yet.”
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“No, it’s… huh… I have to go. Sorry.” Christine turned on her heel.
Something about her tone made me follow her. I was only seconds behind, but the front door was already closed. I also noticed her coat still on the hanger, which was strange for such a cold January evening.
When I stepped outside, there was no sign of Eric’s car. Did they just drive away really fast?
My stomach dropped as realization hit. Mother’s intuition, I suppose, because I rushed back inside and headed straight for Hannah’s room. As I approached, I heard a gasp.
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I pushed open the door and froze. Hannah’s beautiful wedding dress lay on the bed, cut to pieces from the waist down. Christine stood over it, tears streaming down her face.
“I SWEAR TO GOD IT WAS NOT ME,” she said, her hands shaking. “Mom, I know how this looks, but you have to believe me. I didn’t do this.”
My mind raced, trying to make sense of the scene. But Christine’s raw emotion, her desperate plea of innocence, made me pause.
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“Okay, if you didn’t do this, tell me what’s going on,” I whispered.
With a fresh wave of tears, Christine told me everything. The truth was, she hadn’t been angry with Hannah about having a wedding first. She’d been worried about her because of… John.
Months ago, during Hannah’s birthday barbecue, she’d seen him acting suspiciously and even caught him texting someone in our backyard.
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“He said they were just texts from his ex,” Christine explained, wiping her eyes. “When I pressed him, he broke down and admitted having doubts about the wedding and talking to his ex about it. I told him, ‘You better figure your feelings fast because if you hurt my sister, I swear to God…'”
She took a shaky breath. “I gave him a deadline to tell Hannah, or I would. Days later, he promised everything was fine, so I dropped it. I should have known better.”
I closed my eyes, shaking my head. “Yes, you should’ve said something, but I understand. You’re the eldest. You wanted to protect her,” I sighed and thought of something. “How did you end up in here?”
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“I saw him leaving Hannah’s room when I was heading to the bathroom. He looked… guilty at getting caught and walked by me and out to the backyard. I followed and confronted him again. I asked him, ‘What did you do?’ He just kept saying everything was fine, but his hands were shaking.”
Christine twisted her fingers together. “When he wouldn’t fess up, I pretended to leave with Eric but went to check Hannah’s room instead. That’s when I found the dress.”
“Oh, God,” I said. “He must have ripped the dress apart to delay the wedding. Why not just talk to Hannah?”
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“That’s what I’m saying,” Christine sniffled. “But it’s not just that. Mom, I think he’s cheating. We need to tell her the truth.”
I nodded. “Of course. Otherwise, she’ll think you did this,” I pointed to the dress. “I bet he was counting on that, too. The gall of that man. Come on; it’s time to stop our little girl from making a mistake!”
Christine grabbed my hand and we went out.
We confronted John right there in the living room. I thought he would fight back, but he cracked almost immediately, admitting to destroying the dress to delay the wedding and banking on Hannah’s issues with Christine to cover his tracks.
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Hannah was devastated. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?” she sobbed when he confessed. “If you were having doubts, why didn’t you say something? Anything would have been better than this.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, not meeting her eyes. “I’ll pay for the dress. I just… I couldn’t go through with it, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Tell her about the texts!” Christine demanded.
“What texts?” Hannah asked.
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“Nothing, I—”
“Tell her the truth!” I screamed. Enough was enough! My baby wasn’t going to be played with anymore.
Under my harsh glare, John confessed that he’d been seeing his ex for a while now, and that’s why he was having second thoughts about the wedding.
“Get out of here,” Christine said, stepping protectively in front of Hannah. “Now! And never come back!”
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I backed up the sentiment, and John scurried off like a coward. When the door closed behind him, something remarkable happened.
Christine sat next to Hannah, who was sobbing on the couch, and took her hand.
“Remember when Dad taught us to sew?” Christine asked softly after a while. “That summer we made those horrible matching sundresses?”
Hannah let out a watery chuckle. “They were so crooked. Dad said they had ‘character.'”
“Yes! Well, I actually learned how to do it properly later. Give me the dress.” Christine squeezed Hannah’s hand. “I have an idea. Let me fix this, okay? Not the wedding part, but… maybe I can save something from this mess.”
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“Why would you do that?” Hannah sniffled. “I thought you hated me.”
“I never hated you,” Christine said quietly. “I just… I always felt like I had to prove I belonged here. After Dad died, I was so scared of losing my place in this family. But you’re my sister, Hannah. I should have been protecting you all along instead of competing with you.”
That’s when I started blubbering.
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Christine spent the following day transforming the ruined wedding gown into a stunning cocktail dress. So, when the original wedding date arrived days later, instead of a ceremony, we held a small family gathering at the venue.
Some of our relatives had traveled from across the country, so this was the perfect way to avoid wasting the money that had already been spent. Everyone was happy, including Hannah, who got to talk to her cousins and recount how we discovered John was a coward.
I was glad my daughter could smile after such a thing, and I knew that it was in part because Christine had been trying to protect her all along. Our family changed that day… for the better.
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“Mom,” Christine said as we watched Hannah twirl in her redesigned dress, showing it off to their aunts and cousins, “will you and Hannah walk me down the aisle when it’s my turn? Both of you? I know it’s not traditional, but…”
“I’d be honored,” I said, pulling her close.
“Me too!” Hannah chimed in, joining our hug.
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