Having a Bridezilla moment?

Don't fear. Every bride to be has at least a mini Bridezilla moment.
I have just read this on the Daily Mail forum. Although it's a awful story, it kind of 'gets things in perspective'.
"At this point, I've just given up on pleasing people. I don't have time to be fussy and fight with everyone- there's still a lot to get done and beggars can't be choosers. They left it too late to complain and things are already done, or in the process of being done. I'm still stressed out and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but that's sort of to be expected at this point, imo! lol. I'm really looking forward to seeing how it'll all come together the day of.Honestly... the day was a total disaster. okay, i take it back- the entire month before was a total disaster. a friend of ours who was supposed to be arranging for our limo, as well as the alcohol at the wedding just up and disappeared completely- no one knew where he was, he hadn't been home in weeks according to his neighbours, his phone was disconnected and there was no way to get in touch with him. We tried getting a new limo booked, but unfortunately U2 was playing the same night as the wedding and every single limo and towncar in the area was booked for the concert. We got the alcohol sorted out though."


"My mum & gran arrived 2 weeks prior to the wedding, which was lovely to have them here... but my gran didn't seem to realize that the wedding was *so* close and I still had *so* much to do. So instead of getting things done, I ended up running her & my mum all over town getting the things she wanted to do done. All the last minute things never got finished. "

"3 days prior to the wedding 1 groomsman, and the best man both dropped out. The groomsman had a family issue to tend to, and the Best Man faced losing his job if he came to the wedding. (he lives 8 hours away and works for a company who has a large contract with the army reserve. if the project didn't get finished that weekend, the contract would be pulled and the company would go under.) We scrambled to find 2 guys to stand for DH so that we wouldn't have uneven sides. (it was really important to DH that it be even) We ended up having his immature brat of a cousin, and his assistant manager from work."

"The day before the wedding, I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get everything finished up and done... while everyone sat back and acted like the wedding was still months away and no one did anything i asked of them. I ended up being 45 minutes late to the rehearsal because the salon took longer to do my pedicure than they should've (i had to wait for half an hour before i was even seen, and i had an appointment!!), i wasn't dressed for rehearsal because I'd only had time to swing past my house and grab my stuff- i had to get dressed at the venue before we headed out for dinner. Then, i got caught in traffic on the highway. Finally got through the rehearsal & got to dinner... all was wonderful at dinner but my sister decided we should all go down to the pub afterwards, even though both the MOH and I were saying that it wasn't a good idea. Everyone ends up in the pub anyway, DH gets completely blitzed and starts an argument with me on the way home (we skipped the traditional separate houses thing) and I nearly called the whole thing off that night. "


"Next morning MOH arrives bright and early to get the cars packed (the decorations and everything for the venue was going in my car, anything that needed to go to the hotel went in hers) and I've had all of 2 hours of sleep, I'm hungover and I spent the whole night before crying my eyes out, debating whether or not to call it off. I tell her i wanted to call it off and she tells me its just cold feet. I tell her that i want to at least postpone it... and she tells me it's just cold feet. We end up running an hour late to the hotel, it takes the hairdresser an hour longer to get mine & everyone's hair done, so we're now 2 hours late and by the time we get to the venue to take pre-ceremony photos, we only have an hour left. DH only then decides to tell us that he forgot his keys, and he wasn't able to unpack my car or set any of the decorations up. So the hour we were supposed to take photos, ends up being a mad scramble to get the car unpacked and all the decorations set up. No photos."