- 6 years ago
Hi, me again, under alias.
Today’s issue brought to you by the letters WTF and the number x1000.
Let me preface this by saying that I am the LEAST bridezilla bride out there. I’m flexible, not demanding, totally open-minded. So the wedding’s coming up and I’m super busy with all the nitty gritty details and such. We didn’t hire a wedding planner, however I have two day of coordinators (1 from the venue, 1 personal) to help make sure things are executed and run smoothly. I have hired nothing but completely professional vendors who are familiar with my venue. Yay, right?
Except as we all know, there’s so many more details that go into this planning than my fiance even realizes. Where does this go, who sits there, how much of this do we need, how do we get from A to B. He keeps saying things like “just let the vendors do their job, that’s why we pay them” to which I say “sure, once we give them answers to their questions and tell them what we want them to do.” I just received a 5 page questionnaire from my venue asking for every detail under the sun. It made me break out in cold sweats.
Fiance has no idea about this stuff. I try to share as little as I can with him because he rolls his eyes and gets tired of hearing about decisions that need to be made. I guess I just feel like I’m totally alone in this, and it’s so frustrating and sad to me. I feel like I’ve been working so hard, and at the end of the day he has absolutely no idea how much work I’ve done to make this event happen. And the shit part of it is, I’m doing so much of it for HIM. So in the mean time I get to do all the work, the he just gets to sit back and enjoy.
I guess my frustration is exacerbated by the fact that we are technically long distance, see each other one day a week and speak for a couple minutes each day. Tonight I called him, it was clear he’d been drinking and he said some really snarky and hurtful things to me about this whole wedding planning. And he mocked me, which I absolutely fucking hate, pardon my french. I got a little upset, my mind went blank, and I told him that I didn’t have anything more to say so I love you, goodnight.
Anyway, I’m sure I’m being a whiney loser about this, but I figured someone here would at least understand. He’s generally a WONDERFUL man and I consider myself to be very lucky, but holy crap. Maybe someone has a similar situation, or could help talk me down off the ledge?