Let me start by saying that I had some doubts about even making my MOH my MOH but she is (was?) one of my best friends, I didn't want to choose between my two sisters as I love them both equally and didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and my other "best friend" lives 12 hours away and I didn't want the job of being MOH a burden for her. So my current MOH, was the obvious choice- except that when I told her I was engaged she was.. not all that excited to say the least, in fact- she was more pissed than anything because her boyfriend of 7 years (who happens to be my cousin, making this situation all the more awkward) hasn't proposed to her yet. She literally told me if she doesn't have a ring on her finger by the time I get married she was going to "freak out". I took that with a grain of salt and fast forward to the weekend of Oct 22nd which was my fiancé and I's engagement party.
I actually was slightly worried about her over the rest of my wedding party, incl my fiancé's frat brother groomsmen just because in the past, she tends to get very drunk in any emotional situation and because this was the first time a lot of my family was meeting my fiancé's family I really needed her to be on her best behavior, pleasantly, she was perfect and charming and everyone loved her- that is, until the next day...
Since I had all my bridesmaids and mother and MIL in town for the engagement party, I scheduled an appointment for dress shopping the day after the party- this is where things got really messy. While my other bridesmaids were helping me get do my hair/get ready/ mentally preparing me, my MOH was busy downstairs with the groomsmen doing shots. By the time we reached the bridal salon she was completely shloshed, my MOH was literally dropping F bombs up in the small bridal botique like it was WW3. Every time I came out of the dressing room my MOH would literally scream her opinion of my dress before I even made it to the mirror. The entire time I was on the verge of tears, literally having a panic attack every time I stepped out of the dressing room- she let no one, incl my mother have a word in edge wise. I was completely rendered unable in forming my own opinion because, again every time I pulled the curtain away she would scream something like "NO! YOU HATE STRAPS!" or "ISNT THAT A LITTLE TOO CONSERVATIVE?" "THAT TOTALLY ISN'T YOUR STYLE!" It got to the point where I asked everyone to kindly keep their opinions to themselves until I was ready, which she ignored, then I had my mom tell her, which she also ignored, and finally I had the poor girl dressing me ask- which my MOH also ignored. I was overwhelmed and confused and picked a dress because I felt pressured by her to and then stayed up all night sobbing about it because i knew it wasn't my dress.
Fortunately, I called my mom and dad the next day and we immediately went back to the dress shop and they allowed me to have a "do over" and I was able to make my own opinions in a peaceful setting rather than being screamed at for 2 hours by a blacked out drunk girl. Thankfully, I did find my dream dress that day.
So now it's Thursday the 3rd of November, eleven whole days after the incident and she still hasn't so much as texted me an apology. I'm honestly not sure what to do anymore- If she can't handle keeping her cool for my dress shopping I don't know how she's going to handle the actual wedding day. I know I need to have a conversation with her, but at this point- part of me is thinking of removing her as my MOH. It breaks my heart but that weekend was not the first time she ruined an important event for me by getting way too drunk- but this was really the straw that broke the camel's back and frankly, since she has yet to even attempt to contact me, maybe she doesn't even care to have me as a friend.
So **Any Advice?**