It was not Taylor Swift’s intention to glance at Travis Kel’s phone. She was only passing by to get more coffee when the screen flashed a fresh message while it was charging face up on the kitchen counter. The name immediately attracted her attention. Kelsey Donna. Additionally, Taylor looked at the preview text because it was Travis’s mother and because she truly adored Donna and always grinned when she saw her name.

Her blood ran cold at what she read. Travis, you must persuade Taylor. Honey, February makes so much more sense. Seasons end simpler for visitors and the location has that day. When you properly explain it to her, she will comprehend. Taylor stared at those words as she stood motionless in her kitchen in Kansas City, her coffee mug halfway to her lips.

Persuaded Taylor to eat her veggies as if she were a young child. For example, she saw her own wedding as merely a challenge to be conquered. The hardest part, the worst part was discovering that Travis and his mother had been arranging her wedding and talking about her wedding date without her. Selecting what was appropriate for her life without consulting her.

 And 30 seconds after his morning workout, Travis entered the kitchen, content and at ease to find Taylor holding his phone with a look he had never seen before, anger, height, and something that seemed perilously near to treachery. What’s wrong, Taylor? Despite the tempest building inside her chest, her hand remained amazingly steady as she turned the phone toward him.

“Do you want to clarify this?” Travis examined the screen, and she saw the quick succession of expressions on his face. Bewilderment, acknowledgement, worry, and then, regrettably for him, defensiveness. My mother is merely attempting to assist with the planning. Assistance in making plans. Travis ought to have noticed that Taylor’s voice was quiet.

Taylor Swift’s silence indicated that she was furious. Are we referring to it that way? Because it appears to me that you and your mother are organizing my wedding without my involvement. Taylor, that’s unfair. You My mother simply wants everything to be flawless. Travis, for whom? Her voice was increasing now. Idle. For whom? Because this was going to be our wedding when I last checked.

Not Donna’s and yours, but ours. When Travis became frustrated, he would run a hand through his hair. You’re exaggerating. She merely proposed a date. After you reportedly told her that I needed to be persuaded, she proposed a date. Taylor’s voice broke. Do you know how I feel about that? As if I’m some tough bride who doesn’t give a damn.

Similar to my thoughts on my own wedding day are merely a hassle. I didn’t say that. However, you also didn’t dispute it, did you? Taylor used more force than was necessary to place his phone on the counter. You’ve been discussing me, our wedding, planning, and making decisions with her, and all I meant to do is grin and accept whatever you two decide makes sense.

However, neither of them anticipated what transpired next. What began as a disagreement over a wedding date was going to reveal something far more profound and more more unpleasant in their partnership. Travis clenched his jaw. Taylor, my mom has organized two weddings. She is skilled at what she does. She’s attempting to assist.

I don’t require her assistance. My fiance should work with me to arrange our wedding, not the other way around. Taylor’s voice remained firm, even though her eyes were starting to well up with tears. Travis, do you know what February means to me? The time to organize a tour has arrived. It occurs when I spend 12 hours a day in rehearsals.

It occurs when I’m worn out, anxious, and totally overburdened. However, did you inquire about that? Have you taken into account my timetable? Or did you simply consider your schedule and say, “Oh, February works for football, so Taylor will just have to figure it out.” She seldom heard the sharpness in Travis’s voice. You always have a busy schedule, Taylor.

We will never be married if we wait for a moment when you are not preoccupied. like shattered glass. The words floated in the air between them. Taylor flinched. Do you think that because I’m too preoccupied to get married? I believe you make excuses based on your timetable. Now Travis was also furious. Additionally, he was saying things that he would likely been reserving.

I believe there is always a reason why the timing isn’t appropriate when we attempt to plan anything tangible and long-lasting. The tour came first, the album came next. Rehearsals are under underway. Taylor, when will it be right? When will you stop being engaged to me and start wanting to marry me? The ensuing hush was so intense that it seemed as though the room’s air had been drawn out.

How dare you? Taylor’s voice trembled. You have no right to imply that I don’t wish to wed you. Then demonstrate it. Select a date anytime. Give up looking for excuses to put things off. Travis, I’m not the one looking for excuses to hold off. I’m the one requesting to have a say in the choices made regarding my own wedding. Can you tell the difference? Taylor reached over to the counter and took her phone.

Are you aware of the true issue at hand? Everything has already been decided by you and your mother. The guest list, the day, the location, and most likely the flowers and cake. And all I have to do is show up, smile, and be the appreciative bride who is extremely fortunate to have Travis Kelsey and his amazing mother in my life.

arranged for her to have the ideal wedding. You’re acting absurdly. The wrong word. The word is completely incorrect. I’m acting absurdly. Taylor’s tone fell to a lethal silence. I want to say in my own wedding, which is why I’m being absurd. I’m acting absurdly because I don’t want to be persuaded like a youngster who is obstinate. I’m being foolish because I thought my fiance would value me enough to involve me in important choices regarding our shared life.

Travis’s mouth opened, but he quickly shut it after understanding too late that he had made a mistake. However, he doubled down rather than offering an apology. My mother only cares about what’s best for us. What your mother desires doesn’t matter to me. Taylor’s voice broke. What you want matters to me. It seems that you would like to arrange our wedding with her rather than with me.

This is where the debate turned into something far more significant than a wedding date. So pay attention to what Travis said next. Perhaps my mother wouldn’t feel the same way if you showed more enthusiasm for getting married rather than viewing it as just another task on your work schedule. As if she must intervene. Taylor was struck hard by the words.

Travis saw the transformation in her face as she gazed at him for a considerable amount of time. Something horrible took the place of the rage. Are you hurt? Deep, deep pain. Do you truly believe that? Her voice was hardly audible. that I’m not thrilled about getting married to you. Travis’s rage was also waning as the realization of what he had just stated began to set in.

I didn’t mean to, Taylor. No, you meant it. It was just said by you. She reached over to the counter for her keys. I must go. Where are you heading? Anywhere else than this place? She made her way to the door. Hold on, Taylor. He was stopped short by the expression in her eyes as she turned around.

Travis, you want to know why I wanted to postpone the wedding until spring? It’s not that I’m not enthusiastic. It’s because I wanted time to work with you to plan our wedding, make decisions together and feel like we’re partners rather than like you’re the groom and I’m simply an accessory that needs to be persuaded to go. Her voice cracked.

However, it seems that I was mistaken to believe you. Desired it as well. Travis stood by himself in his kitchen after she left, gazing at the area where she had been as his mother’s text message continued to light on his phone. For the following two days, Travis and Taylor lived in different worlds, even though they were in the same room.

The guest room was where Taylor stayed. Travis slept by himself in their bedroom. When they had to communicate, they were curtis. Otherwise, they remained aloof. Taylor arrived home late after leaving early for meetings. Travis trained with such fervor that it alarmed his colleagues. On the second day, Jason called, “What’s going on, dude?” According to Kylie, Taylor shared a mysterious song on her Instagram story.

There’s that feeling when the person you love plans things without consulting you. Are you in a relationship at all? We got into a brawl. The fight or the fight? Travis remains silent. What the heck happened, man? Jason, I made a mistake. I truly made a mistake. And Travis filled him in on everything. The dispute, the things they both said, the text from their mother, and the silence that followed.

Jason was silent for a while. Then he said something that Travis found offensive, more difficult than any tackle he had ever experienced. Do you recall what you said to me when Kylie and I were organizing our wedding? Bro, what? You mentioned that the most common error made by couples is to prioritize the opinions of others over their partner’s feelings.

You stated that I should put Kylie’s happiness first. Jason hesitated. Why isn’t Taylor’s happiness your first priority right now? Travis shut his eyes. Mom was merely attempting to assist. Mom tries to assist all the time. Too much at times. Additionally, it’s your responsibility to establish limits, not Taylor’s. Be willing to be steamrolled.

Jason’s tone grew softer. Look, I adore mom, but she brought us up to be tough guys who defend the people we care about. Additionally, Travis occasionally defends Taylor by shielding her from her mother’s well-meaning intentions. Travis pondered those remarks for a long time after he hung up. Taylor, meantime, was coming to terms with herself.

She told everything to her longtime friend and publicist, Tree, over the phone. So, he and Donna have been making plans. Apparently, Tree said, “And I’m just meant to be persuaded that their idea is superior to any suggestions I might have. Have you expressed your feelings to him about that?” I tried, but he only stood up for her, like her viewpoint is more important than mine.

For a while, Tree was silent. Could I ask you a question, Taylor? And I want you to consider the response carefully. “All right. Are you upset over the wedding date, or are you upset because you’re afraid?” Taylor became agitated. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid about getting married? Are you afraid it won’t work out? Are you afraid that this big event won’t go as planned? Tree trailed off, but they both understood what she intended.

Similar to Taylor’s previous partnerships, similar to the public breakups, similar to the song she wrote about a failed love. Whispering, “That’s not fair,” Taylor said. Trey said softly. “Maybe not, but is it true?” After they hung up, Taylor sat in her car in a parking garage and sobbed because Tree was correct. Because from where I’m sitting, you’re picking a fight about logistics when the real issue is fear.

And Travis is picking a fight about his mom’s involvement when the real issue is probably his fear, too. She felt afraid. I’m afraid of failing at marriage, not of being married to Travis, of being just another famous couple who failed to make it work, of validating all the remarks made on the internet. Travis was not justified in keeping her out just because he was afraid.

He planned their wedding without her, and it wasn’t because he was afraid. I have a question for you before we go any farther. Have you ever been in a relationship where you and your spouse had similar goals, but were unable to work out a way to achieve them? Where did fear cause you to argue about inappropriate topics? Give a If you’ve been there, leave a comment because what transpired next may help you better understand your own journey.

Taylor was sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop open and tears running down her cheeks when Travis got home on the evening of the third day. Taylor, I’m crying tears of sadness, not anger. His heart ate when he saw the weariness in her eyes as she looked up. I’ve spent the entire day looking at wedding locations. He approached wearily.

Have you? Yes, you’re correct. So, I’m trying to figure out which one fits for February. My timet is constantly full. We won’t get married if I continue to wait for the ideal moment. She spoke in a hollow voice. I’m attempting to persuade myself that February is okay, that I can manage it, that it doesn’t matter, and that it isn’t what I had hoped for.

Pulling out the chair beside her, Travis took a seat. Stop, Taylor. Stop what? Give up attempting to be rational. Give up trying to please everyone. I was a fool, so quit trying to avoid sacrificing what you want. She broke through the melancholy and gave him a startled glance. I made a mistake. Travis went on. His voice was emotional and harsh.

Taylor, I made a huge mistake regarding everything. You’re correct. Rather than with you, I was arranging with my mother. Instead of approaching you as my partner, I was treating you like a barrier. And because I was terrified, defensive, and foolish, I shouted horrible things. What are you afraid of? Of you having second thoughts? It was a candid admission of you recognizing that you won’t always be able to do what you want when you want due to NFL schedules and away games when you marry a football player. That you think I’m not worth the

trouble. Taylor’s look softened a little. Let me finish. Travis, please. He inhaled tremblingly. February is ideal for football, so I jumped at the chance when my mom recommended it. No conflicts during the off season. My teammates could all attend, and I was being realistic. I told myself, “Actually though, I was attempting to secure it before you could retreat.

You committed a mistake before you could decide. I freaked out when you pushed back when he glanced down at his hands. I assumed you were making up reasons to put off getting married because you weren’t genuinely interested in getting married. My mother was confirming what I wanted to believe, so I became protective and harsh and allowed her to become too involved.

Taylor was crying once more, albeit very quietly. I’m very sorry, sweetie. I apologize for leaving you out. I apologize for ignoring your emotions. I apologize for giving you the impression that your viewpoint is unimportant when it should be the only one that matters. It’s also your wedding. I was treating our wedding as though it were my mother’s and my own.

I was afraid too. Taylor said, “I realized it today thanks to Tree. I’ve been afraid of I’m organizing this wedding because I’m afraid of failing at marriage, becoming just another famous divorce statistic, and proving everyone who predicted that we wouldn’t last was correct.” She dabbed her eyes. However, Travis, just because I’m afraid doesn’t mean I don’t want to marry you.

It just implies that I need us to work together to solve this. Not with your mother, not with my group, only us. Travis grouted her hand. Only us. But when I tell you that something doesn’t work for me, I need your attention. I need you to acknowledge that my needs, job, and schedule are equally as significant as yours. Yes, they are.

They are more significant. No. Taylor gave him a firm squeeze. They are equally significant. That is the meaning of collaboration. Both of us are equally significant. With tears in his own eyes, Travis nodded. You’re correct. I apologize. Both of them were sobbing and fatigue after the three days of the Cold War as they sat in silence for a while with their hands joined.

At last, Travis added, “I called my mom this afternoon. Taylor’s body stiffened before I got home. I told her to back off because she went too far. The wedding planning that this is between you and me and that although we value her opinion when we ask for it, she cannot be pushing agendas or making decisions. What was her reaction? She was initially offended, but once I clarified how her text affected you, she felt awful.

She wants to apologize over the phone. Taylor gave a slow nod. Travis, this needs to be a boundary moving forward, but I’ll speak with her. I adore your mother. She is amazing. However, she cannot be involved in every significant decision. We must work together. You and me first at 15 minutes and 42 seconds. First, you and me, Travis concurred. Always.

What does that mean for the wedding? Then Travis opened his calendar and took out his own phone. All right, let’s do this correctly. Tell me what you require. truly necessary, not what suits my mom’s tastes, my schedule, or me. What are you in need of? Taylor drew her laptop nearer. I need stress-free time to make plans. Since February falls in the middle of rehearsals, that means no.

Additionally, I wanted to feel intimate rather than staged, small, close-knit, only those who truly important to us. All right. What about May or early June or late spring? You’ll get a break when the tour begins, right? Between the legs. Taylor looked at her own schedule. Yes, there will be a twoe break in early June. Excellent. And we can keep it small.

Just family and close friends. Maybe somewhere private, not a big venue. Really? You’d be okay with small? I thought you wanted the big football. That gives us 3 months to plan together, and it’s after football season, so I’m completely free. Travis grinned for the first time in days. He paused. I think I was pushing for big because I thought that’s what you’d want.

All the celebrities have huge weddings. I’ve been to those weddings. They’re exhausting and half the time you don’t even get to talk to your own guests. Taylor rested her head on Travis shoulder and said, “I just want a day where we can actually enjoy being married instead of performing being married.” with his arm around her.

He said, “Early June, small ceremony, our people just as promising forever. No wedding planner trying to make it Instagram perfect.” And this time when she said it, it sounded like hope instead of fear. They spent the next hour at that kitchen table, laptops open, actually planning together, laughing about possible venues, debating whether they needed a wedding party or could just stand up there alone and playfully arguing about whether his teammates would riot if they weren’t invited. It felt like their wedding for

the first time since they gotten engaged rather than a chore or a production. “I’m sorry I shut down,” Taylor said after a while. Instead of getting so upset, I could have just talked to you about how it made me feel when you and Donna were making plans. You were justified in your anger. I denied you access to something that was rightfully ours from the start.

We’re going to make a mistake, Taylor, but Travis kissed the top of her head. Both of us, I will be. Sometimes I’m defensive and foolish. Sometimes you will feel afraid and withdraw. That will occur. However, rather of becoming silent and icy, we must pledge to fight through it together. The guest room is gone. The guest room is gone.

We stay in our room and work things out if we’re upset. Even if it takes the entire night, we stay and fight for ourselves. Even if we scream, weep, and say hurtful things. Taylor raised her head to meet his gaze. Do you truly wish to wed me? Despite my baggage, anxieties, and absurd schedule, Taylor Swift, I wish to wed you.

Despite your baggage, anxieties, an absurd schedule, I want every aspect of you. Messy, intricate, and lovely. The version of you who has persuaded herself to do something she doesn’t want is not the one I want. I want the real you who calls me out when I let my parents go too far, disputes with me about wedding dates, and tells me when I am being foolish.

Then she gave him a delicate, tender, and relieved kiss. Even if you are a fool, I still adore you. I also adore you. Even if you’re impossible and unyielding, I’m Baby, don’t be obstinate. I’ve never encountered someone as obstinate as you. One to no one is required. After being submerged for 3 days, they both laughed and it felt like breathing.

Donna gave Taylor a call the following morning. I sincerely apologized to you. Honey, it’s all right, Donna. No, it’s not acceptable. I feel awful after Travis clarified how my text sounded. I never intended to give you the impression that your opinion was unimportant or that you needed to be persuaded.

I was merely eager to assist, but I went too far. Taylor took a seat, pushed the phone against her. A I know you’re coming from a good place, and I respect that. However, I need you to comprehend something, Donna. I adore you. The fact that you will be my mother-in-law excites me. However, Travis and I must make our own choices regarding our shared lives.

Even if you disagree with our decisions, you still need to respect our boundaries. You are entirely correct and I swear that going forward I will refrain from giving my thoughts on your wedding life or choices until I have been asked. Donna hesitated. Can we begin now? Over. Would you like my assistance with anything relating to the wedding? Taylor grinned.

Yes. In fact, your assistance in arranging with Travis’s family would be greatly appreciated. Ensuring that everyone is aware of a date after it is formally announced. If individuals have to travel, perhaps they might assist with hotel blocks. However, Travis and I are responsible for making the major choices regarding the location, date, and style. That sounds ideal.

It would be a privilege to assist with coordination. Donna spoke in a kind and sincere tone. And I’m very sorry, Taylor. I don’t want to be the mother-in-law who complicates your life. I aspire to be the mother-in-law who improves your quality of life. Donna, you already do. All we have to do is strike the correct balance.

Yes, we will. I swear. Taylor discovered Travis exercising in the gym after they hung up. Before she spoke, she watched him for a bit while leaning on the door frame. I spoke with your mother just now. Midrep. He paused and looked at her. His expression was one of concern. What was the outcome? Excellent. Excellent.

In fact, she expressed regret. We established some limits. I also requested her assistance with family cooperation. Sweaty, gorgeous, and entirely hers. Travis put down the weights and approached her. Yes. Yes, Travis. We<unk>ll be all right, everybody. All we had to do was find our beat. Even though he was drenched in perspiration, he pulled her close and murmured, “Early June.

” She affirmed in early June that she didn’t care about the perspiration because this was her person and they would work things out together. Just our people, little ceremony, Taylor corrected, grinning. You and me, you and me first. Always me and you first. And then 3 months later, on a gorgeous June evening with just 50 guests, Taylor Swift and Travis Kels were married in a ceremony that was exactly what they had planned together.

nothing like what Donna had imagined and nothing like what the tabloids had predicted. It was theirs, modest, intimate, and flawed. Additionally, Travis inserted a sentence in their vows that brought tears to Taylor’s eyes. I pledge to always make choices with you rather than on your behalf. To honor your voice, even if it says something I don’t want to hear.

Two, choose us over everyone else every single time. In addition to Taylor’s pledges, I pledge to argue with you rather than give up. To let you know when I’m afraid rather than running away, to have faith that while working together, we can overcome any obstacle. Regarding February, there were no regrets. They had discovered something more important than the ideal wedding date.

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