
I always thought I never wanted a big wedding. If the wedding day is the first day of the rest of our lives together, my biggest fear was that it would turn into a disaster that would snowball into me driving my husband so batty that he would question why he ever proposed in the first place. Between coordinating the perfect event, trying to look radiant as I attempt to walk down the aisle without tripping and not trying to pay attention to all the criticism that comes from guests that always feel you should’ve been more beautiful, thinner, that the food should’ve been better, I felt that I would have a nervous breakdown. Not to mention, having my lovely family there to make me realize why I always have a business obligation miraculously on the same day of our family reunions. Can you imagine the happiest day of my life taking a downward spiral into the abyss when both sides of my ghetto-ass family would throw down and rip each other apart while I am the tear-streaked mediator? They would probably have a food fight with my wedding cake and guess who would be wearing most of it? This is why I decided to just have a nice, quiet civil ceremony. But, I always felt like I had missed out on something. Read the full story







