- 5 years ago
- Wedding: July 2013
Pretty much what it says on the tin. I’m planning a beach wedding at a resort near Sandbanks park in Ontario. It’s my dream venue, end of july, and everything is coming together incredibly. I want the wedding to be relaxed, so we’re not having music for the ceremony, decorations are being made by myself and my bridesmaids, and clothes are pretty lax (guys are wearing khakis and a white shirt, girls are wearing infinity dresses, my dress is actually part infinity).
My family is making me fucking crazy with all their demands to help and expectations. Below is a sample of the conversations I’ve had in the week I’ve been home visiting family. I’m about ready to go homocidal.
….No, I don’t need to dress shop, I picked my dress on etsy and I already love it. No, I don’t need help picking colors, I already know what I want and what’s happening. No, I’m not serving the food you want, grandma. No, there’s not going to be flowers, half the family is rancidly allergic, INCLUDING ME! No, I’m not serving a wedding cake! I’m celiac and it’s $700! Cupcakes FTW! No, I’m not paying your pastor $600 to officiate my wedding!
Between the above and the demands to know the intricacies of my budget, who’s paying for what, what the date is, who my bridal party is, who’s coming and who’s not, who’s officiating us, blah blah blah, I just can’t handle being at home anymore.
I get that a lot of them are asking because they want to help, but how can I just say “right now, I don’t need anything from you but to leave me alone?”.
I’m sorry if this comes across incredibly selfish… It’s a $10k wedding, it’s not like I’m planning the next world tour of cirque du soleil or something.