- An Alaskan Bride
- 9 years ago
- Wedding: August 2011
I swear, I feel like months of anger at FI’s childhood chum are getting dangerously close to the surface.
Some quick background: Said childhood chum has always been mean to me. Like the first time he met me he said, “Wow, I thought you said she was pretty!” It’s been like that everytime. Fiance has obvs stood up for me, and put him in his place, but there’s months of bad blood between us (childhood chum and I). The friend also has a substance abuse issues (alcohol) that he refuses to acknowledge.
Because of those two things, I’m already scared to have him at the wedding.
So last night he phones Fiance, pissed off that he isn’t in the bridal party. Yeah, buddy, we’re only have 1 person per side. FI’s brother is his best man. He then goes on a rant about how this isn’t a traditional wedding (b/c apparently you need both an open bar and a herd of people in your wedding party – both things he said), and that he’s going to show up in jeans with beer. Fiance (who is a way better and calmer person than I am) explained that it’s a FORMAL wedding, and that he would be really hurt if the friend showed up like that. The friend also stated that he was going to rent a van, remove the seats, and load it full of their childhood friends to come to the wedding. Fiance lost his cool – it’s a small wedding, we didn’t invite these people, and if they show up, the staff at our venue will ask them to leave. My favorite line was when the friend called the wedding his wedding (as in, it’s not our wedding, but the friend’s). Yeah, it’s not YOUR wedding, it’s OUR wedding.
Childhood chum was even more angry, and said it was all my fault – that Fiance was choosing me over him. Fiance (cue heroic music) said of course he was choosing me – hence why he’s marrying me and not childhood chum. Fiance said that I wasn’t the one making these choices – Fiance was. (Thank god, b/c I swear it seems like the bride always gets blamed for stuff, you know?)
I’m upset on several levels. First, this guy is suppose to be my FI’s friend – one of his oldest friends! Who treats their friends like this?! Second, It upsets me that Fiance even has to deal with this. Third, I swear, I have visions of him showing up with a roving band on Alaskan men in carharts, drunk, demanding to be let in and then saying mean hateful things to me. :S
Thanks for the listening ear, you guys. Any advice would be great.