Quote: Originally Posted by brandynd Well….I’m working the uber slow night shift tonight (funny as I type that the phone in my office rings), so I thought I’d update you on what’s going on. The BM still hasn’t had the nerve to call me, but I did receive a text earlier this afternoon saying “Brandy I know you’re mad at me and I’m sorry, but I was sick. I understand I wasn’t there, but I can’t help that.â€
If she was so sick, then why was she getting home at 3 in the freaking morning? It just seems like all too convenient of an excuse if you ask me. I’m not even going to argue with her about it though. I feel like I’m at my wits end with my bridal party, and it’s hit the point where I’m more looking forward to my wedding being over than to the actual wedding itself, which is sad. No bride should feel the way that I feel.
It’s not just her either. One of my other BM’s who shall remain anonymous called me the day before the wedding shower. I asked her if she was coming to the shower and bachelorette (she hadn’t even lifted a finger to help the 2 BM’s who put the whole thing together) and she started in on this whole schpiel about how she’d be there, but wasn’t bringing a gift because “I don’t have money to buy you a million gifts Brandy.â€
What the hell?! I didn’t ask her to get me anything, I just asked if she would be there. She then went on to complain that she had to work Friday night so she could get her hair done for the wedding, which she didn’t even want to do (I told them if they didn’t want to go to the salon they didn’t have to), and to pay for her hotel that she didn’t even want to stay in (it’s called a cab, maybe she should catch one if paying $99 for a $300 suite is too much.)
This is the type of attitude that I get from my BM’s on a daily basis. Just feels like everything is stacked up against me, and I’m trying SO hard not to go Bridezilla on these women, but my nerves are getting worn down to the point where I’m about to blow up at some people. I’m not trying to be a PITA, but jesus.
Anyways, just one last little add on to my bitch fest. While we were at the bar FI’s big sister (another BM) came up and said “Thank you so much for making us book our trip to Mexico. We had soooo much fun! Oh, I bet you’re bummed you guys didn’t go and get married down there, huh?â€
All I could say was “I’m glad you had fun.†Then I took the drink she had just bought me, and I walked away.
The wedding gods hate me. Vegas has never sounded SOOO good. 12 days and counting, and thank god for my BM’s who actually care. They are the only thing standing between me and insanity. The end. Wow, that is just unbelievable. A text message instead of a phone call? These are not your true friends. Despite all the things that have gone wrong, please remember that in the end, you will still be getting married to the one you love! Screw anyone else who just doesn't get it.