- 7 years ago
- Wedding: October 2011
Hoo boy. It was a doozy. FI has been sort of down lately, because he feels as if I care more about planning the wedding, than I do about spending time with him. He says he knows its silly, but he still feels that way. So it was kind of a reality check for me. And then came back all those worries I had repressed about family. My parents try to talk me out of getting married everytime they can. I haven’t spoken to them in over a month. I originally wanted a small, intimate wedding on June 12 this year, as that’s the anniversary of when we started dating, and when he proposed. But then I gave in a little, and pushed back the date so my parents would be more willing to accept my marriage before graduating college, and I bumped up the guest list so I could include family members that I haven’t seen in a while, and that I really missed. Well, all last month, and the month before, I was constantly going over details, and trying to “fix” things, and I had a falling out with my parents… and I kept dreading talking to them again. (I still do). So on Sunday, I had the meltdown of my life. I knew I’d have some sort of freak out episode while planning my wedding (who doesn’t?), because I’m so high-strung… but I couldn’t stop crying for hours. And it wasn’t dress remorse, lack of photographer, or even the fact that I’m a little behind in DIY projects… it was because of all the times in my life I should be happy, it should be now, and my parents are just being SO negative.
After spending the day with FI and my grandmother playing Uno all day yesterday, I had some time to chill, and really get my mind off the wedding. FI and I talked about it, and decided just to stick to our guns, and go through with everything as planned. Sure, we gave up “our date” on June 12th for my parents. We moved back to our current date, and yeah, I still am bummed about it. But I’m not going to go back on my word now. I want my mother to be able to travel in from Pittsburgh. I want to see my favorite uncles. And even though we’ve had a rough falling out, I want my Dad and stepmom to be there on my wedding day. No matter how they feel about the wedding, at least I know they love me. One day, they’ll get over this wedding drama. And one day, my life will move on, and I’ll be married to the love of my life until the day I die. That, ladies, gives me such joy… and makes me forget why I was even stressing in the first place. So to those of you struggling with “momzillas”, nasty bridesmaids, or crazy FIL’s, hang in there, because everything will be alright in the end.