If you don’t believe me, know that I stayed out until I was absolutely certain everyone in my family was asleep before coming home, even though my eyes were barely staying open while out.
As soon as I got engaged everyone kept saying I should enjoy this time; enjoy being engaged, enjoy the planning, enjoy everything. So far, I’m having a giant 500+ person wedding instead of a destination (or Vegas) wedding, with a giant bridal party even though I wanted a small one, with a DJ instead of a band, a photographer who I think is pretentious, a videographer that I’ve disliked since I was about 12, at a hall I picked because of the color scheme of the foyer… and because it was big enough to fit 600 people. I am very much over the planning of this. I’ve already cried to a priest and been dress shopping twice with nothing to show for it. That should be enough for you people.
I also hate that all anyone wants to talk to me about is my wedding. I swear to God I’m smart and can hold a steady conversation about other relatively important things, like the current political climate of the country, or a recently released movie, or the fucking weather. Literally anything people.
I am very ready to be married and done with all of this. And don’t even get me started on how much weight I need to lose.
Having a wedding is not fun, I think I’m doing this incorrectly.