De-stress

I, now, completely understand the whole ordeal of being a Bridezilla.

The innocent and realistic me, used to think that such character was created by the scriptwriter for  the sole purpose of spicing the storyline up to make it more believable and interesting.

To me, it was all drama on the television.

No bride would go crazy on the people she loves and hurt their feelings with hurtful words and decisions. No mother of the bride would be too strict and controlling, leaving almost non-existent space for the bride to breath.

Until it, finally, dawned upon me, that I am turning into a Bridezilla. And my mum into a night-mare. Ohboy.

As a people-pleaser kind of person, it had been tremendously difficult for me to come to any decisions. I want everybody to be happy with my choices and decisions. Though, with a  family like mine, whose family members are very vocal and opinionated, it is almost impossible to make one solid decision without any disagreement erupting between us.

And for the past couple weeks, things have been too stressful at home. Without so much of a thought, I packed my bag and drove up to Smokehouse. 

I needed this.

I needed to clear my head. Or I might risk losing my sanity and be sent to asylum.