It’s less than two weeks before the wedding, and people keep asking me questions. “What time does the wedding start? What gifts do you want off your registry? What are your wedding colors? Are you excited? I’m excited. You must be SO EXCITED!!!!
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Shoot me in the face!* Maybe I could get excited if people stopped asking me so many damn questions. I know that everyone means well and is excited for me and I’m being a curmudgeon. But as an introvert who is also a highly sensitive person, this wedding shit is practically torture. Ideally, I would have had a super small affair with about 60 of my nearest and dearest and probably had a nice brunch reception with jazz playing in the background. Since my parents would never forgive me for leaving out a single family member or seemingly half the free world, it’s turned into this huge production. l deal with the big picture. If we’ve got a bride & a groom, a pastor, and a pretty dress, then I’m good. Not hard to please at all so long as the wedding license gets signed at the end and we’re not at the courthouse, that’s a good wedding. Barring that, I’d like to be able to stop making wedding related decisions in the three weeks before the wedding so I can relax and enjoy the ambiance of it all.
No such luck. We are less than 14 days out now, and my mom was asking me about folks to invite last week (!!!) so I just had to put my foot down. This is out of control! She’s also blowing my phone up about flowers–what kind? what color? how many? Hell, I don’t know! “I just want everything to be pretty for your big day,” she says. Of course I smile and thank her like the home trained young lady I am. But really? In Jaleesa’s words, “I’m out of damns to give.” Then there’s my dad, who thinks we’re the Rockefellers and that everyone expects a car to pick them up for the airport because that’s his business. -_- Most regular people rent cars when traveling so they can get around without relying on others. Then today he asked me for the caterer’s phone number. How do you not have their number when you paid for the catering, arranged your own tasting and called them TWO WEEKS AGO? And if you lost it why not GOOGLE it before you ask me? Sweet baby Jesus!!!!! I may turn my phone off for a week after the wedding so I can get some blessed peace and quiet.
*I completely do NOT mean that literally.