And the wedding draws ever closer...

So...I'm getting married in December. December 29th to be exact. While I don't want to say that I'm scared I will say I'm slightly frightened. I mean, the rest of my life...forever...this one guy that I've been with for 5 years already!...everyday...FOREVER. I love him. It's just the idea that scares...no...slightly frightens...me.

Another truly interesting twist to this tale is that my husband-to-be and my current family (and I use the term loosely) can hardly stomach each other. I know this is an incredibly unique situation, but, damn it, it's agonizing. Because I am a people-pleaser, it doesn't matter how synchronized we are on this subject. I still try to make my parents happy...most of the time. And I try to make him happy. But it's becoming increasingly difficult to do both. They all want to be number one. Impossible. And each time they say or do something crazy (and I do mean crazy...but I'll get to that in another entry) I'm tempted to just be like "f' it." and ditch the parentals and their death grip on my frickin life.

But back to the wedding issue. My parents are paying for it. So my parents basically get to do whatever they want as far as planning it...which is generally always the exact opposite of what I want or would do. So the closer the day comes, the more I dread the ridiculous spectacle this is going to be. Not so much the vows part, just, you know, everything else.

Somebody give me the balls to elope!