My amazing future mother in law told me an old Portuguese saying. You learn who your real friends are on three occasions in your life. Your wedding, when you're in the hospital, and your funeral. So true about the wedding part so far!
I am almost 29 years old, and I thought that by now I had learned who my real friends are. Some friends i have had for two years, some for 15 years. I always thought I had a steady foundation of friends. I've learned that I was wrong...
My bridal party of 10 twindled down to four (not includng my man of honor). One after another, including my best friend left me. Sure, I am sure you would say "You must be one hell of a bridezilla," or "Its something that you did wrong." I can assure you that I am far from it. I never had any requirements of people, i never had a check list, I made sure conversations I have had were not WP related, I thought I was doing everything by the book. For every single person, I had been there for, dropped everything I was doing for, sacrificed for. What did I do wrong? Why do weddings bring out the "catty" in people?
So, I have found myself 6 weeks before my wedding feeling simply like crapola, lower than dirt.Should I have put my foot down more? Should I have made expectations? And as all of the chips fell I realized that perhaps I may have just put myself in this situation unknowingly. Always there for my friends, but where were they on the occasions that I needed them? Now they are too busy, or after 8 months of being a bm, dropping out of my wedding for a "roadtrip." Why did it take me until my wedding to see that most of my friends are so shamelessly self involved that they cant make room for anyone but themselves.
Life is amazing. At my bridal shower, people that I definately thought would be there werent, and people who i just spoke to in passing, or simply connected through small conversation were. People that I thought wouldnt even care hugged me and embraced me on my special day.
I did something I thought I would never had to do, something I know is a "no-no" which is to ask someone to stand in as a replacement. (I know, dont beat me up...it was a really hard thing to do, trust me) And, I sit back here and reflect that this person swallowed her pride (im sure) and saw my despair and my sincerity and stepped in for me.... and since this weekend, she has called, asked me if I needed help, etc etc. Far more than any "friend" that I thought I had.... I feel ashamed, happy to feel supported, and then sad all at the same time..
I've learned that I need to be more selective of who I call friends even after several years, and re-evaluate my circle. That I deserve to have a friend like me in return. I pray for clarity and even though it hurts like hell, I am so grateful for this life lesson.