An unexpected guest just arrived. Maybe others knew she would come but I never thought she would emerge. I thought the wedding would conclude without ever meeting her but I was wrong.
My Inner Bridezilla is here and I hate her.
According to the Internet (that trusted, truthful source) a bridezilla is a bride-to-be so focused on creating a perfect wedding that she is extremely unreasonable. Bridezillas tend to destroy everyone in their path with their demanding attitudes.
Yup. That is me.
I cried over the seating chart. I cried when my brother joked about mixing New Kids on the Block into a Bhangra song at the sangeet. I cried when I couldn’t find the right paper for the menu cards. I cried when I found out that the World Cup and a Laker playoff game are on the same day as the wedding. And you read all about me crying when I could not find a wedding lengha in India.
In my case, I am not a bridezilla because I want things to be perfect. For me it is the emotional intensity that surrounds the wedding, the fear that people will criticize me for what I am wearing or how I look and the desire for the wedding to be executed in a well-organized and fun manner.
I am hoping Bridezilla packs her bags and leaves before the wedding. She needs to go away so I can get back to savoring all the memories being created each moment between now and the big day.