I’ve gotta hand it to these guys, they’ve got it figured out.
The BTB has been bombarding me with web sites, options and more options. I’ve looked over cakes, photographers, fabrics, and food. I’ve discussed what will hang from the ceilings and the best style of dress. I’ve glossed over more times than I can count and we’re just getting started.
Long story short, I’m lost.
One thing I know for sure though is that these sites and stores all have one thing in common. They all focus on her and it’s obvious in every little thing I look at.
The photographers have songs about love and romance on their sites. They have more pictures of the bride’s shoes than they do of the groomsmen.
The men’s wedding bands are practically hidden and the bookstores pile up books with flowers and lace on the covers. Hell, even the caterers focus on foods that women typically like.
I’m trapped. I have no way out. It really was over before it even started. She’s in seventh heaven and I’ve fallen into the seventh circle of hell.