I threw my make up brush at FI the other week. It was the morning after I'd received my see through wedding dress, and I just wanted to vent, and all I got back was "yep" "uh-hu" so I proceeded to chuck my blush brush at him and screamed that I needed him to listen to me and support my frustration - not ignore it! - and that it was time for him to go to work and get out of the house. He left, then I was so pissed that I had to call him and tell him how mad I was at him. So I call, start yelling that I need help with this wedding, then I break down sobbing. He came back home, I sobbed some more and then started laughing like a crazy person.
Hmm.. I think that beats my latest bridezilla moment.