Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more Reddit stories.

And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider?

I'll like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too.

And let's crack on with today's first story.

Much love, guys.

Now, today's first story comes from Red Oat 12 from the advice subreddit and says,

My fiance left me at the altar.

Yesterday was supposed to be one of the most happiest days of my life.

It turned out to be the worst.

My fiance never showed up to the ceremony, leaving me at

the altar. His friends and family tried to get a hold of him, but all calls went straight

to voicemail. After waiting an hour for him, I told my guest that there wasn't going to be a wedding.

I opened the reception hall and told them to enjoy the food and open bar, even if there was no ceremony.

I still wanted them to have a good time and enjoy the food and drinks.

I tried to call him a couple of times, but after three more failed calls, I just stopped

and told everyone else who was trying to get a hold of him to stop.

He made it clear he didn't want anyone to get a hold of him to stop. He made it clear he didn't want

anyone to get a hold of him and I wasn't going to have them waste their time. I didn't cry.

I wasn't going to cry. At least not in front of everyone. His mother came to me and apologized

through tears. She told me how disappointed she was in him and that she was so sorry.

I just shook my head and stuck with her the entire time. I didn't want her to cry and feel bad

for something that wasn't her fault. The real MVP's were all my friends. They did their

...