- 8 years ago
- Wedding: July 2010
To back up, I wanted to do a planned elopement. My Fiance was so against anything having to do with an elopement, he’d get pissed if I even brought up the subject. He wanted the party. INSISTED that we have the party. Then said he didn’t care about much for it: didn’t care about he flowers, the table linnens, the programs, etc. He said last weekend that he recognizes how selfish of a statement that is. If he didn’t care about it… it left it up to me to make decisions planning a party I didn’t want to have.
So yeah, I’m still kind of bitter about that.
So, here we are, 29 days away from our lakeside wedding. Wanna know what two things blew up in the last 72 hours?
Our reception venue tacked on a $3,000 fee (see previous post) so I’m scrambling to find another venue. It feels like all me on this one.
AND, FI’s best friend from college was planning to marry us… except he can’t get ordained in his church in time. And he won’t do one of the online, certifications because he doesn’t agree with their stance on something (which, I totally understand by the way. He feels awful, and was doing us a favor anyway!). So it looks like we’re going to need to do a civil ceremony the week of, then have FI’s friends do a public ceremony a few days later. I’ve told Fiance he’s responsible for figuring this out. But still, one more thing to worry about.
I thought I was handling it okay, until I woke up this morning and picked a fight with Fiance over kennelling the 4 month old dog or not. I want to kennel her Thursday- Sunday (one less thing to worry about), he wants her there. All I can think about is excited puppy, who pees when excited, tulle ballgown, claws, and that if she poops in the house or on the lawn at my parents house (cocktail hour and ceremony site) it’s still our responsibility to pick it up. Which, you know, is just what I want to be doing in my grandmother’s tulle ballgown wedding dress. Picking up dog poop.
To put it bluntly, I hate this. Hate. Hate HATE wedding planning. And need to let go of the feeling that Fiance made me to it, because I can’t spend the next month mad at him for something that, at this point, isn’t going to change.
Maybe I just needed to vent. Does anyone have any words of wisdom for me?