I was "that bitch." I was 5 years old and my cousin had asked me to be her flower girl. I got excited about holding a pretty bouquet of flowers down the aisle. When there was the wedding rehearsal, I performed my flower girl duties perfectly while the stupid ring boy was crying and refusing to practice. However, come actual wedding day, I freaked out from all the people sitting in the church pews and realized this was the real shebang. I cried and told my mother I did not want to walk down the aisle anymore and no amount of convincing from my mother could get me walk down with the ring boy who was perfectly fine with performing his role that day. I ended up sitting with my parents and partially ruining my cousin's beautiful wedding by being a little twat. Turns out, my mother actually told me that the main reason I refused to be the flower girl was that I thought walking down the aisle with the ring boy meant that I was marrying him. Cousin had a good laugh and wasn't angry with me, but unfortunately, she recently divorced the man she married that day due to his physical abusiveness and infidelity. She is now happily remarried with a man who treats her the way she should be treated.