In all honesty, my mindset at the time was, "What a huge waste of money. I don't need this. What was he thinking?" and that's pretty much what came across to Peter. As he headed out the door he asked what time he should come over the next day and I basically told him "don't call me, I'll call you" - but not in so many words. He was hurt, angry, surprised, and confused. I was tired, grumpy, unhappy that none of my clothes fit (due to the 17 lb. weight gain) and the only thing I cared about at that moment was crawling into bed. Over the next two days I had a total meltdown...which eventually led me to informing my family and Peter that I needed some time alone and I would be in my bedroom until further notice. Do Not Disturb. The only person who understood was my oldest sister who had been through culture shock and knew that given some time, I would straighten myself out and be fine. I think the rest of my family (and Peter!) just thought I was nuts. :-) I spent one whole day in my room, listening to music, reading my Bible, unpacking, and ignoring that there was a world or issues that I had to deal with outside of my room. That evening I came down for dinner in a clear frame of mind and basically back to my old self. Unfortunately, the damage had been done as far as Peter was concerned.
Peter came over a couple of days later to hang out with us and after about an hour, he informed me he had a lot to think about and needed to leave...he would be back. Excuse me? That was not how these things were supposed to be handled. You didn't just leave to avoid the issues, you talked about them. As I watched him drive away I wondered if he would come back. Maybe we took it too fast. Maybe I scared him off. Maybe I was too young. But shoot fire...I loved him deeply and it would hurt a lot if it didn't work out at this point (especially since I already had my wedding dress - gulp!). About an hour or so later, Peter returned and I went outside to meet him. After asking where he went, I informed him that if he ever did that again he didn't need to bother coming back. You can imagine that he was a bit shocked by that statement. I told him I knew I had hurt him, and I was deeply sorry for that, but I couldn't go back in time and fix it. However, nothing was going to improve if we shut down and kept our feelings inside - we had to talk about them and get them out in the open and then get over them! I still loved him and I still wanted to marry him - did he feel the same way? He did. (Whew!) We talked and cried and took a huge step forward in our relationship. We had to deal with this one more time three months later (when we discussed holding onto hurt feelings and not talking about it - unacceptable), but that was the first and last time that he ever got in a car and drove away from the issue. :-) We went on to have a very nice day washing our dogs and spending time with my sister and her almost-fiance.