I will admit that when I was a little girl, I planned my dream wedding with my baby sister. She got married yesterday to her really sweet man, Dave. Dave and my sister are going to be together forever, seriously. But the wedding, oh that horrid little event...
Let me start from the beginning. Last March my sister calls me in the middle of the night while I'm taking my buddy Matt home crying that she felt dirty. It sounded like something really, really horrible happened. I turned my car around and met her at home to find out her issue was she slept with a millionaire. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed. Two months later, she met Dave and his brother and toyed with his brother until one day her and Dave just hooked up. Next thing I know, they are talking about marriage. Then in October, Dave asked my parents for my sister's hand in marriage. That was sooooo sweet. Then my sister asked me to be a bride's maid. Her maid of honor was her best friend for the last five years. I was honored and was ready to preform all my duties as a bride's maid. Then right before Christmas, she came up to me and told me that I couldn't be a bride's maid because "Dave can't find a 2nd groom's man!" Yeah weakest excuse in the book, I know. So when I was told I can not be a bride's maid, that took me out of the bridal party and no need to contribute more than any other guest coming.
Then, the big event comes up, and I will not go into how she was going around begging people to donate to her wedding and would turn down advise from everyone. My boyfriend agreed at Christmas to come with me to the wedding, even though he knew then it was going to make him a wreck. He tried making excuses before the wedding, but did get dressed and we got to the wedding almost 30 minutes before it started. Yet that wasn't good enough for my mom. I should have been up at the church at noon helping set up the food and taking pictures and doing all this stuff I had no desire to contribute to because I had to help my boyfriend deal with an anxiety attack that started Friday night. After the reception was over, I helped pick up some, but my poor boyfriend was sitting in his car completely freaking out so I had to leave. But I did wait until after the bride and groom left.
Now my mother is blasting me on Facebook on how I will not find anyone to marry me due to the fact that I am bi-polar and not on medication.
This on top of the fact that I know why we have these stupid ceremonies... I don't do weddings
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Aww sorry to hear that! Those anxiety/panic attacks can be really hard to deal with (I had them weekly for a year straight and sometimes still struggle with them) and they're even harder for a loved one to stand by and watch.. making both sides feel helpless. And I don't blame you, I hate weddings too.. but because I've been to too many and none of my own lol and catching the bouquet don't mean crap (sigh - I would know) =D
Well now I'm being told that I should have drove my boyfriend home during the wedding that I was being forced to photograph and come back because I should have been more than willing to help clean up a wedding that I was not a member of the bridal party of. I'm so freaking pissed at my parents right now.
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