- 8 years ago
My bridesmaid was a totally normal and sweet person during the time I knew her growing up, in high school, and in college. When I asked her to be my maid, I hadn’t seen her or spoken to her much in a year because she moved up north.
I get the feeling she only agreed because she was already coming into town the week of the wedding to spend her birthday with her family.
She bought her dress, and did a good job picking one out. This doesn’t peeve me I just find it strange, but she’s been wearing the dress to other events like Christmas and I see it all over Facebook all the time, which is odd. She wore it the night she was proposed to!
That brings me to this. Her fiance proposed to her, they haven’t been together that long but during that time they’ve basically lived together. I think they are rushing into it because they each wanted to get out of their current living situations, but that isn’t for me to care about. She has asked me to be a bridesmaid. Fine, of course, lovely! Is it in our hometown? No, it is up north in a town where the closest airport is over an hour away, meaning we have to fly there, then rent a car. *growl* Fine. Of course. I’ll do it.
What I will NOT do, my darling wedding bee’s, is go gush over her buying a wedding dress two days before my wedding! It hurt me a little, Ill be honest. I don’t see why she can’t do it earlier in the week at least? I feel stupid for feeling hurt by it because I’m not that kind of bride, but I never have attention on me and I admit that it has been kind of nice for people to actually show they care. I sound like a brat but I’m being honest.
The other thing? She texts me to INFORM me that her mother is attending my wedding so that her date won’t feel “uncomfortable” !?! Um he can sit with the other FOUR dates who know no one else either! Or he can be nice and get to know all of our friends at the rehearsal and sit with them! I ask her if she was planning on just the wedding (I’d be fine with that) or the reception (uh, headcounts done, placecards done, seating chart, finished!) and she says, “I don’t know, I’ll ask her.” OH EXCUSE ME WHILE YOU ASK YOUR MOTHER WHO WASNT INVITED IF SHE WANTS CHICKEN OR FREAKIN BEEF?! UM NO! This isn’t a school play! To make matters worse, while we were all in high school years ago her mother and my fiance’s mother had a small spat. Not awkward at all for my FMIL! Ugh! So I tell her I’m sorry but she cannot come.
All of this is peanuts compared to my aunt who thinks I should invite her son who is fresh out of jail and I haven’t seen in over a decade. He thinks my name is Sarah. My name is not Sarah. Not even close. Not even a little bit. No. Go sit in the corner.
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