Writing here moreso for cathartic release. I have no one else to talk to about this, everyone else will think I am being negative & ungrateful, but my wedding day was one of the worst days of my life. It took place a few weeks ago & I can't stop thinking about what a bad day it was for me.
I was a covid bride with 2 cancellations under her belt since Spring 2020. The initial planning phase before covid was manageable but for obvious reasons became trying once covid hit. Over the tumultuous course of the pandemic, I grew more insistent to dump our venue & initial deposits made & do city hall, but my social butterfly husband insisted we keep it, as well as several pushy (but non financially contributing family members). As planning time kept passing, I as well developed mental health issues, causing me to be increasingly socially anxious & led to several nights of crying leading up to the big day. The one managing the planning was the one who wanted it the least (me). I could not even take care of myself leading up, to even look in shape for the big day.
Anyway, so here we are at the big day. Everything looked nice on the outside except how I felt on the inside. I wanted the day to end as quickly as possible - there were so many hiccups as well. From delayed deliveries, delayed schedule, etc. We did not hire a wedding planner in order to save cash. Maybe my regret of that is part of why I hated this day. Once the day was done, I couldn't help but feel what a waste. Years of planning for an underwhelming 6hrs for me. What's more, though large gifts should not be expected, we did not come close to breaking even. Not even half. We would've saved more money by dumping our contracts to begin with.
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