If you were left at the altar would you still go on your honeymoon?

Winston Roberts—the man I thought was my forever—stood beside me at the altar, leaned in, and whispered four words that shattered my world, “I can’t do this.” On New Year’s Eve, no less! He walked out, leaving me in a wave of heartbreak, and in a church full of stunned faces.

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What the buck is going on in Jackson Hole?

I slam on the brakes. What the hell is standing in front of me? It’s big. It’s brown. And has a rack. Is that a real live moose? Three more step through the snowbank and onto the road. Yikes. I check the backup camera and hit the gas. The car slides out of control and veers off the road—leaving me stuck...