- 8 years ago
- Wedding: July 2013 - UK
And the saga continues. BMZ has now managed to get her ex to drive her 4-5 hours to the wedding on the day, starting the drive at 4am (!), and pick her up at midnight to drive her home, so she doesn’t have to spend more than 24 hours away from her cats.
Her Mum apparently can’t look in on the cats because “it’s a 20 minute walk, and there’s a hill”. Of course, they could not possibly be left overnight.
She has also spent much of the last few months whining to all our mutual friends about the bridesmaid’s dress which I eventually picked, because it had been well over 6 months and she had rejected every single dress on offer during that time. I eventually called BS, chose a dress that everyone else liked, and paid for the dresses. They were not cheap. She moans that the dress is slutty and inappropriate for a church. Ladies, that dress is below the knee, with capped sleeves and a modest neckline. It also has internal corsetry to hold you in in the right places. The mind boggles.
Then there were the shoes. I asked everyone to pick something navy blue, plain, and comfortable. I said I didn’t care if they were flats, heels, wedges, peep toes, or whatever. She messaged me and said she wouldn’t wear blue shoes after the wedding, so she wanted to wear nude ones instead. Was that OK? Er.. not to be a bridezilla, but not really, no… especially when my only real request was the colour. She insisted. I still said no. She didn’t give up… Of course, in the end, I bought her the shoes as well. Cue whining and complaints that they will not fit her. Ladies, they will fit her, because by a twist of fate then we have almost identical feet, both in terms of shape and size. If they fit me, they will fit her.
I have also just spent the past half hour redoing the seating plan, because she didn’t want to sit with children or babies, and she wanted to sit with a friend (to be fair, I sympathise with her on that last part). This is the same lady who tried to get us to change our free bar drinks to drinks she preferred, and complained about the menu.
Perhaps you think that none of these things are, in themselves, unreasonable, but it’s part of a long, long story which I will be very glad to draw to a close after the wedding. Lesson learned: choose your wedding party carefully!