The Truth Hurts Tuesday ~ Sentiment or Selfish?

I am going to hell for this one, bridey. But, not because I’m trying to be a complete asshole… I’m simply trying to defend you and your bridal integrity. Although, I know that no matter how I word this, it’s going to come out in a way that sounds shitty. So fuck it… Here it goes! The other day, I happen to catch one of the more popular wedding dress shows and even though I really wasn’t in the mood to “say yes”; I succumbed to the pressure of the challenge (of finding the right dress), and couldn’t stop watching. And, you know what? I actually learned something. No, really! I did! I learned not to take your whole fucking family wedding dress shopping with you, particularly your ailing, super opinionated grandma. See what I mean? I sound like such a jerk, but the truth hurts, doesn't it?

Anyway… I honestly felt badly for the bride. She was quite young (23 I think), impressionable, and sweet. The problem? She and her grandma had completely different views as to what her wedding gown should be, and nana, squashed just about every dress this girl loved. Wow. Brutal. Look, I am all for respecting your elders, but at what point does that respect start turning into a dictatorship? I mean… This lovely bride moved up her wedding date in an attempt to ensure that nana was going to make it to the wedding, and instead of appreciating the sentiment, nana was on a mission to get her granddaughter to wear the kind of dress that she wanted her to wear versus what the bride (um, the one walking down the aisle) wanted to wear. 

I don’t care how old you are, or what role you hold in the family, pulling shit like that? That’s not sentiment it’s selfish. And it doesn’t matter whether we’re talking about the wedding dress or some other wedding related issue, bridey, you must be strong enough to filter out the bullshit. Filter out the noise. Squash that shit. Tune out the constant stream of opinions. Or else your wedding starts to become about everybody else and not about you making choices that celebrate your life with your future sig other. It becomes about pleasing those who are impossible to please. So tread lightly, but politely tell them to “fuck off”.

Right? So forgive me if I think nana was out of line. At that point, you’d think that perhaps her dying wish would have been to make sure her granddaughter was happy (even if she hated the dress) instead of making the poor girl work so damn hard to find a happy medium. So, am I an asshole for calling a spade a spade simply because of who was calling the shots? Or can we move forward, woman up and stand up for what is important to us without feeling bad about our choices??

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