We are less than one month out from our wedding... And I am absolutely terrified. I have these moments of extreme panic, like literally where my heart pounds and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'll wake up in the middle of the night and do my best Exorcist impression, minus the pea soup.
The only thing I can think of that's making me feel this level of anxiety is the presumed "change" that comes with being married, although aside from my name and a piece of paper, really nothing is changing for us. It's not about getting married. It's not about the commitment, or til death do us part. If I thought for one moment that I was making a mistake marrying my FI, I wouldn't do it. I would have walked away. I love this man and I can't imagine a future where he isn't in it. He dropped everything when my job transferred me, we bought a house together, I've never once thought twice about spending the rest of my life with him. He's my best friend. He's the salt to my pretzel. There's no doubt. About any of it. There never has been, and there isn't now. But the closer we get to the wedding day, the more panicky I get.
It's not about flowers. It's not about falling on my face, or the music, or the cake, or anything at all about the details of the wedding. It's so unspecific, but it's there. AND I FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY MIND. Because I look at the man I'm about to marry, and he fills me with such joy and mushy shit that I get weepy (which is annoying as shit, too). But the moment someone asks me about wedding plans or congratulates us or anything, I feel like someone has put my chest in a vice and is squeezing.
I'm relatively calm at the moment (ahhh, Pinot... you are my friend), but I know it's going to happen again. And again. Part of me wants to know if this is normal... but part of me is afraid that it isn't and I'm just a special kind of nutcase. Either way, I see this being a very long month.
"And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won’t just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me..."
--Philip Pullman