Anonymous wrote:Keep reminding yourself that your wedding is just one day, but your marriage is (hopefully) forever. Wedding planning has ruined relationships--it's never that important.
Anonymous wrote:My parents paid for the entire wedding. DH's family contributed 100 guests and $0.
When my DDs marry, the groom's family will pay half.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Ensure you pick a maid/matron of honor who will respect the position.
My maid of honor was my younger cousin and she embarassed me horribly in front of my new family, friends, and colleagues with her mean spirited speech. I found out that she's been jealous of me all her life. I'll never speak to her again. I should have asked other close friends or my two sisters in law to fulfill the role.
Yikes what did she say???
Anonymous wrote:Ensure you pick a maid/matron of honor who will respect the position.
My maid of honor was my younger cousin and she embarassed me horribly in front of my new family, friends, and colleagues with her mean spirited speech. I found out that she's been jealous of me all her life. I'll never speak to her again. I should have asked other close friends or my two sisters in law to fulfill the role.
Anonymous wrote:My parents paid for the entire wedding. DH's family contributed 100 guests and $0.
When my DDs marry, the groom's family will pay half.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Re: 16:13, it took me a while to understand how much it means to parents to be able to invite their friends. I thought of my wedding as primarily DH's and my day, but now I understand how our parents saw it a bit as their day, a culmination of everything they had done to raise us. I also later realized my parents' wedding was planned by their parents, so it's logical that they expected to plan more of mine. Watch for this generation gap.
You know, all growing up my mother told me all about how she was forced to borrow her friend's wedding dress, they picked the menu, how her parents set the invite list and only "allowed her" to invite a set number of friends to her own wedding, and how miserable she was about that. The very FIRST time she cackled about getting to do to me at my wedding what her parents did to her, I stopped my mom cold. "Mom, your parents made you miserable. You claim to love me, so why would you be excited at the idea of making me miserable? If you ever say this again, I'll happily pay for my own wedding to have complete control and you'll be lucky to even be invited." She never said another word.