>I remember when I was planning my wedding everything
>spiraled out of control because it became everyone else's
>wedding too.It was so stressful and annoying.
Mine, too. Especially since my husband and I were married in civil court (in Texas) a year before the church wedding, the (Catholic) church (in the Philippines) really made sure to give us a hard time to let us know how displeased they were that we were "living in sin". And with the culture being nosy and downright intrusive, there were moments when I wanted to make like the disgruntled post office worker.
But I swallowed hard and held it all together. When it was time to make my speech in front of 300 people, most of whom I didn't know, I made sure to let loose everything I thought about the church. Then I thanked everybody who helped me hold it all together during the ordeal, and deliberately ignored every nosy and intrusive person who was expecting such thanks. I looked at the faces of every one I didn't thank, raised an eyebrow, shrugged a shoulder, and passed on the microphone to my husband. I gotta hand it to him, he did a nice save. The ball room was deathly silent.
I didn't run. I got even.
Pinky
>spiraled out of control because it became everyone else's
>wedding too.It was so stressful and annoying.
Mine, too. Especially since my husband and I were married in civil court (in Texas) a year before the church wedding, the (Catholic) church (in the Philippines) really made sure to give us a hard time to let us know how displeased they were that we were "living in sin". And with the culture being nosy and downright intrusive, there were moments when I wanted to make like the disgruntled post office worker.
But I swallowed hard and held it all together. When it was time to make my speech in front of 300 people, most of whom I didn't know, I made sure to let loose everything I thought about the church. Then I thanked everybody who helped me hold it all together during the ordeal, and deliberately ignored every nosy and intrusive person who was expecting such thanks. I looked at the faces of every one I didn't thank, raised an eyebrow, shrugged a shoulder, and passed on the microphone to my husband. I gotta hand it to him, he did a nice save. The ball room was deathly silent.
I didn't run. I got even.
Pinky