I think something crazy happens when you get that engagement ring on your finger. It's like an automatic hazy bubble surrounds you and your whole life is put on hold while you plan for 3 months, 6 months, 12 months, 24 months for the perfect wedding. Mine took me 18 months. I can't quite put my finger on it but there is something about weddings that bring out the best and worst in people.
I have lost friends and gained friends, cried, bawled, laughed, screamed, jumped, tripped, twirled and eventually got my day. I remember thinking after the wedding that I was so glad that "it" was finally over. Don't get me wrong! I loved my wedding day but planning...? Eh not so much.
But just when you think that your wedding has come and gone, you realize that the wedding isn't over that pivotal day that you said "I do". Now the bubble has burst, the world stops moving in slow motion and I am thrown back into the reality of life BUT I am still dealing with wedding related shit. Unlike my sappy wedding wifezilla counterpart, I AM SO OVER WEDDINGS!
(Do it. Call me snarky. I'll fucking wear it as a badge of honor.)