I now absolutely, completely understand. The culmination of the last few weeks/months/however long it has been has meant I am now a signed up member of the bridezilla club. Something before now I really just could not comprehend, how sad that I now can.
Before I get too dragged into this neurotic, crazed, obsessed cult, whilst I still only have foot in and one foot faltering on rational ground can I get in some last words.
It is absolutely not the fault of the bride to be, she doesn't want to be like this, it's not that she gets possessed by some wedding deamon. Organising a big party is actually quite easy, quite easy if you take all the bloody demanding people out of the equation.
It's these that turn us to the dark side, the people that are determined to criticise, piss on our chips, demand things, think they should be the most important people, think the whole bloody shooting match should revolve around them.
The first thing I learnt as a bride to be:-
No matter how long you have known a friend, no matter what you have been though together in life, you really, REALLY, don't know a girl properly until you have asked her to be your bridesmaid/maid of honour/whatever title they want to give themselves.
Let it be known, apparently, the title is all important and they will all assume they have been appointed "Chief" bridesmaid. If like me you are lucky enough that your two bridesmaids don't yet know each other -fantastic, they can appoint themselves with whatever title they want and no one is any the wiser, for now!
I do suspect this stance may backfire but it's something they can sort out between themselves.
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