
When I got engaged six months ago, I was so excited. It was possibly one of the happiest moments of my life.
But if I’m being honest, the months leading up to the wedding have been… a letdown.
That’s not to say things didn’t start off amazing. The proposal was exactly how I had hoped: private, meaningful and dripping with the gooey romance usually reserved for The Bachelor. It was perfect.
I’m aware this kind of dream-scenario-comes-true thing doesn’t happen all the time, and I didn’t expect the rest of my engagement to play out as well as it had in the beginning.
Having added that disclaimer so I don’t seem like a world-class ass, I can now admit that all the wedding planning milestones I was excitedly anticipating (dress shopping, asking friends to be bridesmaids, choosing a location) turned out to be… disappointing. And I feel like I can’t admit this to anyone because they’ll say “just be happy you’ve found your special person”.
Not to mention, who wants to hear that a future bride wishes the lead up to her wedding was more… cared about? Is this the biggest, wankiest complaint to have ever been uttered? Quite possibly. And I get that, I’d be annoyed at me, too.
When happy and joyful things happen in your life, I think it’s a silent rule that you can’t admit things aren’t perfect without being thought of as completely insufferable, because you’re lucky to have had something good happen in the first place.