If you are looking for a happy post this isn't the one for you. Let me tell you how the first week of my marriage just went.
Last Saturday - Our venue would not let us do a rehearsal. We knew we were going to be flying blind but we thought it would all work out.
Last Sunday - Wedding - It rained. HARD. On the way out from getting my hair done, I saw my husband. I quick hid behind a building but the damage was done to my luck. Me, my maid of honor, and my mother all got our hair done and made it back to the hotel to get ready. My mother's dress was wrinkled so we had to steam it. My maid of honor's dress was altered too tight so she couldn't breathe. My dress was wrinkly and we had to steam it. During all this fixing, we quickly ran out of time. In the chaos of getting ready, we realized that the shop that altered my dress did not completely sew the sash on my dress. It was a different color than the under sash built into the dress and noticeable that it wasn't sewed right. We piled into the car in the middle of a downpour and drove like insane people to the venue. Everyone was waiting. I try to pull myself together and get ready to walk down the aisle. The processional starts. The dj who was providing the music completely didn't play the right song. Nor did he play the before processional music so my guests were sitting in silence. My turn to walk. The dj plays completely different music than I wanted to walk down to. (By the way... I had sent him the songs I wanted played months ago. I even confirmed that everything was still good a week before the wedding.) I finally walk down the aisle and the ceremony starts. The best man gives me my ring instead of my now husband's ring. I am flustered and upset. I try to hide it. Though being flustered I end up putting my husband's ring on his right hand instead of his left. Ceremony ends (way too early by the way), and we walk down the aisle to a song not requested. At this point there is an hour and half of cocktail hour. We take pictures with the families and it is ok. Then it comes time for my maid of honor to bustle my dress. She completely forgets what she is doing and it takes me 30 minutes to get bustled. Not well because my dress keeps coming down as the night goes on. Dancing happens but only 5 guests choose to dance. NO ONE ELSE WOULD DANCE. Dinner and toasts happen without a hitch. People start leaving so we chose to end the night earlier. No grand exit just us cleaning up the venue. We finally make it to the hotel and have a nice honeymoon.
Last Monday - We spend it driving around bringing back stuff we rented. We get massages and my masseuse hurts me. I shrug it off and focus on what is remaining of our tiny honeymoon. We relax and get ready to go back to work on Wednesday
Last Wednesday - I am at work and in my post honeymoon haze. Everything is really nice and I am so happy. My co-worker ignores me completely. She was nice before now even having bought me a wedding gift though she knew I could not afford to have work people go. She apparently understood this. No desire to even hear about my wedding.
Last Thursday - I find out from my boss that she complained about me last Monday. It was bad guys. She literally faked being my friend so she could find out when I was the most vulnerable so she could exploit it.
Last Friday - I work a commission based job and she proceeds to take credit for my work. I lose out on a lot of commission even though it is properly documented that it should have been my commission. My boss tells me not to rock the boat and sometimes we have to swallow things we don't like. I don't say a word the rest of my workday and keep my head down. At this point I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
Today - I find out from my boss that my coworker accused him of favoring me. To prove he is not, he admits that I lost 9 out of 10 opportunities for commission because he doesn't want to be accused of favoring me. He brought me to this new company. This means as long as I work with him, there is always going to be a coworker accusing him of favoritism even if I have earned my place. I get a text from my husband that he has looked at our wedding photos with his mother. I haven't even gotten a chance to look at them with him. Did I forget to mention my mother in law is obsessed with my husband? She was awful during the wedding planning... trying to change things left and right. She also invited someone to my bridal shower without telling me or the person planning it.
At this point I am just sitting here after sobbing for the last hour. I really hope no other brides have had this experience. If only I did not see my husband before the wedding. This is supposed to be the best week of my life and all I am think of is how I never want to remember this week ever again.
