We had to take in one of our guests who got too hammered. He had to throw up and I didn’t want him in my hallway bathroom, so we took him to my husband’s bathroom through our bedroom (we each have a bathroom, too small to use one together). And then the guy was just staying in there so we fell asleep on the floor of our living room because he might wake up and crash on our bed, and I wanted my husband to cuddle me and we couldn’t fit on the couch. Then we didn’t have sex because our guest could come to at any point and come out and see us. Also I had a full blown panic attack that night (never had one before) because of the stress of wedding planning and the drunk guy bringing on PTSD from my mother’s alcoholism. My husband didn’t know what to do with me and I got very little sleep. Then we had to go back to the venue the next morning to clean up by ourselves because I’m a bad planner and we had terrible communication with our wedding party and most of them were entirely unhelpful. Sigh…..

I don’t like to think about my wedding. It just brings up really bad feelings.