My sister has always been a touch more dramatic than I am, but I never thought she’d turn into a raging monster when it comes to her wedding. When she got engaged, we even made fun of all the women with princess attitudes. She claimed not to be concerned about her dress, a big cake, or even a large reception, as long as she and BIL-to-be signs their piece of paper, she’s happy. Except, in the last few months, she’s slowly degenerating into a bridezilla.
It started with the little things, like telling BIL-to-be that his suggestion for the reception venue was too small (it holds 200 people!) and then rejecting her MIL-to-be’s offer to make the cake (it has to be picture perfect). Then, there was drama over bridesmaids. I am going to be the maid of honour, but then her best friend started some drama over me being picked (well, HELLO? I’m her sister!!!) which started more drama about how many bridesmaids she should have. First it was just me, and then when her friend made a stink about it, it turned into me as the MOH and her as a bridesmaid. And then other friends of hers caught wind that she was expanding, so they all harassed her about it until she said yes to save their hurt feelings. So now she has me and four other girls.
And that leads me to my main beef. She asked me to make the dresses. We picked out the patterns and the material, and while she has confidence in my craftsmanship, when she came over yesterday for a preliminary fitting, she kept saying she wants it poofier, POOFIER, DAMMIT!!! Any poofier and she’ll look like a god damn basketball!!! And the bridesmaid dresses are becoming a nightmare. I went from having to make one (for me, which is easy because I’ve had a lot of practice sewing for myself) to making two (doable) and now I have to make five!!! Not only that, but one of the girls is whining about how the pattern I picked wasn’t flattering to her figure and she wants something else. I said definitely no, no way in hell, I’m not wasting more time trying to figure out what looks good on everyone, so if she doesn’t like it, she can drop out. But of course, my sister took offense because these are her friends, and I can’t just speak to them like that. Besides, it’s not like I actually started on the bridesmaid dresses yet.
ARGH!
Why do women get like this when they get married? How the fuck am I supposed to put up with all this shit??? I was doing my sister a favour, not her friends, but now I don’t want to do anyone any favours!!! Well, except for my poor innocent BIL-to-be. He’s usually good at putting his foot down, but he’s turned into some sort of boneless worm about his wedding. Is this how “whipped husbands” happen?
Any bridezilla stories to put this into perspective?