Getting married next April.
Its foken 11 months away.
My mom is already annoying as hell, trying to push her aesthetics on me with riddiculous superbig princess dresses (bought on Aliexpress btw) and hate for every little thing I like.
Everything is like 200% more expensive once you mention wedding. And Im poor.
I have no friends close enough to invite and nonstop everyone asks about which friends Im going to bring.
My closest friend is gay and some of my family are homophobic assholes.
Everyone constantly asks about wedding even though its foken 11 months away. And I have no idea how would I want it to look, which style to choose or whatever. I know I want peonnies and thats all.
Thanks god at least my fiance is normal.
And on top of it I got fat. Now Im 76kg/171cm and feel like a whale.
Point is...
Dont ever say yes to the ring, kids. Its a trap.
My dream dress as a illustrative photo.
Its foken 11 months away.
My mom is already annoying as hell, trying to push her aesthetics on me with riddiculous superbig princess dresses (bought on Aliexpress btw) and hate for every little thing I like.
Everything is like 200% more expensive once you mention wedding. And Im poor.
I have no friends close enough to invite and nonstop everyone asks about which friends Im going to bring.
My closest friend is gay and some of my family are homophobic assholes.
Everyone constantly asks about wedding even though its foken 11 months away. And I have no idea how would I want it to look, which style to choose or whatever. I know I want peonnies and thats all.
Thanks god at least my fiance is normal.
And on top of it I got fat. Now Im 76kg/171cm and feel like a whale.
Point is...
Dont ever say yes to the ring, kids. Its a trap.
My dream dress as a illustrative photo.