A Bridezilla moment (I'm so ashamed)

Posted Monday, June 18, 2007 7:03 PM

My name is Shoshana and I had my first meltdown last night.
I never thought I was one to have a wedding-related freak-out. That happened to other brides – not to me. It wasn’t even over anything large … it was over two words on our invitation. Two words.
My parents are divorced so we have their names under “daughter of” on two separate lines; my fiance’s parents are together – so we had them under “son of” on one line. All of that in theory made perfect sense – but when the invitation proof came back – my fathers name was just sort of floating there.
I consulted three books and several web sites attempting to figure out how I was “supposed” to write it. Of course, I couldn’t find anything remotely close, so I started asking everybody what they thought – like the world would come to an end if it wasn’t perfect.
So we spent an HOUR – 60 minutes – talking about if we should split his parents names so that the mothers would be on the first line and the fathers on the second … or if we should put their last name on the second.
We are two intelligent college graduates who spent more time talking about an invitation than “Meet the Press” spends on Mideast relations.
What the heck happened to us?
In typical Bridezilla fashion, I ended up sitting in my car outside my fiancés house crying about how I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want it to matter. It was a stupid invitation – all that mattered was the time, date and location. Who cared about our parents’ names?
So after getting everyone’s opinions on what to do… we ended up doing what we had talked about doing to begin with.
Sometimes you just have to remember that your first instinct is usually the right one – and I bet after all of that, not one person is going to care that the damn invitation is symmetrical.