Okay, so I lost track of this blog for two years, and the wedding has come and gone…so why am I writing here?
- The wedding has come and gone.
- I’m in a new relationship.
- I’m stressed out about where the new relationship is going.
- Recently-Married-Friend is driving me a little crazy and I’m starting to come to some conclusions.
There’s probably too much to explain, so I’ll just start with the wedding:
I have been going through a rough patch over the past year. And by rough patch, I mean perpetual nervous breakdown mode. There are a number of reasons, but basically the wedding couldn’t have come at a worse time. I thought for sure that all of the things happening this summer would keep me happily distracted- not so.
I am trying to decide how guilty I feel at the fact that I was fully compliant throughout the how “bridesmaid” process, but I was blatantly unenthusiastic. Bordering on sardonic even. On the one hand, the bride went through a lot of stupid shit with the groom’s family that put the whole thing on hold for like a year, but on the other hand, I have been listening to her talk about her “dream wedding” practically since I met her. She is literally one of those girls that had every last, minute, detail of her etched in her own brain, which apparently tuned her out of how totally not-bridesmaid-like some of her friends were.
I was a little pissy with the MOH…um…I don’t really like her that much.She was the bride’s bestest friend until highschool, and then for several years the bride and I saw a lot more of each other than they did. I wasn’t surprised with the decision, but I was…put out. It just kind of highlighted the fact that I saw her through several years of the transition of teen to adulthood, and still had to play second fiddle in the end.
I realize her and the bride didn’t ask for much, but at the same time, pretty much all of the bridesmaids lived in separate areas of the province.
Tangent: the small bar/restaurant down the street rents out its basement for parties. My boyfriend used it for my b-day, which was fine. Except the bride, after that, kept trying to get me to book it for her for other parties. The management at that place doesn’t know me- they know my BF. And my bf flat-out refused to do it for anything besides my birthday. And miss bride-to-be apparently couldn’t pick up a phone and call the place herself.
Flashforward several months: MOH sends me a very vague email complaining about not knowing where to book the shower. Rather than straight out asking me, I get the distinct impression that she wants me to book the room down the street. I politely point out to her that the groom’s PARENTS live just around the corner, and since SHE is the MOH, she could contact them and host it at their house. She did not like this idea. Then I found out she was CCing my emails to the bride. Nice.
In the end, the shower WAS hosted by the groom’s parents, and was a very nice affair indeed. They really wanted to make up for the bad vibes and I figured that was the case all along.
