Well...I had wondered if it was possible. I mean, I watch the movies, see the wedding planning shows...(oh boy..do you have any idea how many wedding shows are on TV!!?!), have witnessed friends flip a little (sorry ladies..) and well I guess I just assumed that if it hadn't happened in the last 6 months that I was free. No bridezilla here, or stress so immeasurable that I have a bridal flip-out. Well ladies and gentleman...I had my meltdown and thankfully for you...only one person witnessed it in its glory. My poor future-husband. (Who in reality is probably the only person who should witness that..). I hit one month yesterday and suddenly I freaked! Now just as a disclosure...I did not freak about walking down the aisle..(although I still don't have my shoes..holy crap..). I actually have never felt more twitterpated in my life over Mr. Sly and me being the future Mrs. Sly. (really...) But all the rest of it just hit me hard, I looked at my calendar and just starting laughing. (Like a freaky joker laugh...not a joivle (that's a word right...college has only made me feel more dumb) ...tra la la laugh). I then realized how much has not been done and to top all of that stress my lovely little car has decided that it's computer system is no longer good enough. Anywhooooooooo.....long story short...I freaked...I rollercoastered and I took it all out on Matt. Who...came through like a knight in shining armor. He listened, he responded, he was wrong with his responses (of course..in that state of mind it didn't matter what the poor man said) BUT he didn't give up and was nimble with switching approaches to soothe me, calm me down, and make me feel better. I went home, took a sleeping pill at 9:00 at night, I woke up to a kiss and is there anything I can do...(perfect follow-up) and then I crashed with no memory of anything...ahhh...drugs. The next day the man took it a step further and gave me a full report of everything he had managed to accomplish in less than 12 hours of my meltdown. He even managed to finally get in touch with our lost groomsman. I was amazed. So the morale of the story is...I had a meltdown...it can happen to you too...no matter how sane you seem or how perfect things seem to be going...and I am a very lucky woman to have such a wonderful partner and I can't wait to marry him. Oh and nah nah nah nah boo boo...he's mine.
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Oh man...I guess I never really had any melt downs or anything like that. I could have cared less about anything, I think that is because I had you and mom doing pretty much everything for me!
HEHE
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