So my (same-sex) partner and I were going to get married tomorrow.
Now we're not, and I'm really sad about it.→
We talked about it all weekend (and by talk, I mean copious tears, arguments, etc) then mutually decided/realized that we were rushing into things because of GODDAMN FUCKING EVIL HATEFUL PROPOSITION 8.
We'd never really wanted to get married -- but suddenly it seemed like our one and only chance and suddenly the idea made both of us so incredibly happy . . . and now that we've come to our senses, it feels like something profound and beautiful has been lost.