- 8 years ago
- Wedding: July 2013 - UK
The toughest thing? EVERYTHING.
Finding a venue took about six months. We are still in the process of booking a church, a process which has taken four months so far. Even once that’s booked, I anticipate major issues with various aspects of the ceremony due to religious differences between our families.
I’m still struggling to lose weight and can’t fit into my dress. During the process then one of my Grandmothers died, and the other almost died. Fiance has also had health problems. We have gone over budget and run out of money. I am having to DIY everything, including the flowers and half the food. Oh yeah, and we’re also having guest list problems.
Then there’s the way Fiance has a habit of criticising without offering any productive advice. Plus the fact that he hates dancing, but his parents are adamant that we do a first dance. They also want other things… that I don’t. Ack. Oh, and Fiance wants me to change my name etc etc. I don’t.
I also have a crazy mother, a brother about to deploy to Afghanistan, and a bridesmaidzilla who has rejected all my bridesmaid’s dress ideas and made a whole series of ridiculous demands. Oh, and I’m meeting another bridesmaid tomorrow and she might have something to tell me. I have no clue what it is, but I suspect she might be pregnant. Good for her… really… it is… but I have to consider how on earth I’m going to accommodate her, seeing as she would be due around the date of the wedding. so that’s something else.
… oh yeah, and on a note which is more irritating than stressful, my venue also keeps saying no to me, which is making me feel like a crazy bridezilla. Fireworks? No. A trestle table in the garden to serve your guests nibbles from during the photos? No. Photographs near to the big tree in the grounds? No. They’ve even ummed and ahhed about my serving champagne to my guests in the gardens at all.
What else? Oh yeah… I can’t find shoes that fit because I have terrible bunions, which the NHS won’t operate on until the plates in my feet split completely in a few years’ time. A minor point, but seeing as I’m letting it all out…
… and now I feel better. Oh well. Only another seven months to go. I mean, I love my family and Future In-Laws, but this is all so much work…