I avoid thinking about my wedding day. And I need to vent. So bear with me.
Woke up at 3am on the wedding day. Threw up all night until my sister woke up and forced me to go to Urgent Care around 9 am. I'm bawling and completely devastated that I am heading to the doctor instead of my hair appointment. The doctor is pretty sure that I have appendicitis and tells me that I need to go to the ER. I ignore him and head to a very late hair appointment. I'm nauseous and crying the entire hair appointment. At this point I am so upset that I want to call the whole thing off. We head to my cousins house to get ready, where I end up having to help EVERYONE else get ready. I quickly did my makeup and we head off to the ceremony site.
My husby was late for pictures because his mom spent 3 HOURS getting ready. Meanwhile I am having to get in my own dress beacuse all the bridesmaids are getting pictures taken. There is no air conditioning in the room that I got ready in so I am feeling worse and worse as time is going on. The ceremony went ok, other than the music skipped and it was so hot that everyone stood under the shade tree and not in the chairs.
BUT, I got to walk down the aisle to my best friend.
We had a very small window to get pictures done, so it was a mad rush to get everyone in place. All the while I felt like fainting. My moms parents took off right after the ceremony, so I have NO pictures with them. We get in the car to got to the reception and I was so hot I had my hubby undo my dress so I could breathe. We pull up to the site and my father has his VERY annoying dog tied up with rope to the front of the building greeting everyine with a very sharp yelp. My father also ripped out the solar light pathway so that his dog wouldnt get tangled in it. I immediately start bawling because the ONLY thing I requested of my father was to NOT have the dog at the reception. My dress is hanging open, my husby is trying to get me to stop crying, and all the while my dad is telling me that no one cares about the dog. I get into a heated conversation with him and tell him that the dog needs to be outta sight. No one can figure out my bustle. I'm standing by the car, sick, hot, exhausted and bawling. I dont even want to go to the reception. I wish I hadn't.
People start leaving right after dinner. I can't get around to say hi to anyone because I am so sick that I am sitting or downstairs bawling. My dad is supposed to start the speeches off, so I go ask him if he would like to get stuff rolling since people are leaving. He is so DRUNK that he can barely talk to me. He tells me to go pour my own toast and tells my husband to "step up and make the toast." I quickly run to the basement to get my own toast and start bawling AGAIN. Someone asks me what is wrong and I tell them that, "my dad is trashed and I don't want him here anymore" which his grilfriend over hears. My dad and his girlfriend catered the wedding for us, which was so appreciated, but at this point I couldn't handle his actions. It got to the point where the groomsmen wanted to take him out back and knock some sense into him. The reception was outside under tents, and all the tents had lights OTHER than the head tent. So we couldn't see anyone. No speeches were made. My dad blamed our lack of planning for why things didn't get done, even though he was getting drunk instead of helping set up. My grandfather came up to me during a bout of crying about my dad and started defending my dad for being drunk! I told him that I didn't want to talk about it and that I needed some space. He is now not talking to me.
We did get to have a first dance, and it was amazing! I danced with my dad, and wanted to cry beacuse I was so mad at him. We left really late because no one stayed to help clean the reception area. We also forgot to sign the marriage liscense until the end of the night. The photographer had already left. My whole dads side of the family left without saying goodbye.
We returned from the honeymoon to a 4 page letter from my dads girlfriend about how terrible of a person I am, and an email from my dad with the speech he was to drunk to give and a "I can't believe you told people I was drunk I've never been so embarrassed in my life" We are not talking to anyone on that side of the family as we are getting hate postings on facebook.
The only thing I want to remember is getting to marry the love of my life, but it makes it really hard to do when everything that went wrong is consitantly nagging at me.
Do over?