So I figured something out the other day after visiting our very first venue...Wedding's cost a shat load of money and we don't have any of that green stuff sooo...No Daddy Warbucks in our back pockets to help so I've just stopped planning. I just don't see a wedding happening.
Something in me just kind of fell apart. My heart dropped when I started adding up the numbers and then it hit me. We really can't afford a wedding. It's kind of sad. I needed to get that off my chest though because it's going to hurt every time someone asks me when the wedding is. I don't know. I won't know. Maybe a couple years after we've been able to save.
I don't know when I'll be able to resume stuff...maybe we'll save for a year or so and then decide. I'm a bit jaded and upset about the whole thing. I got so excited when we decided to start planning and now that all those plans are silly nonsensical dreams I'm crushed. Whatever girly girl I was starting to conjure up is over and done with.
Jersey's trying really hard to keep my spirits up. He's still on the prowl for inexpensive shortcuts, but I keep reminding him we could get shave here and there and we still wouldn't have the money in savings to make it happen.
The funny thing is once I made this decision all I see or hear is wedding crap. Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively throwing a surprise wedding made my ass twitch. I wish I had that kind of cash floating around where I could just hire someone spur of the moment to put together a shindig. We're going to a wedding soon and I'll probably bawl my frickin eyes out.
If you've managed to get hitched and were able to have a ceremony and reception pat yourself on the back and then go kiss your spouse because you're lucky. You're already ahead of poops like me.