How do people stay sane when planning a frickin wedding? Seriously. I can't focus at work, I'm stressed out as fuck, people are RSVP'ing with additional people that weren't invited, I have to make awkward phone calls to say "sorry, no" and because of all this shit, along with pressure from my parents to invite other people that I have no room or money for, I haven't been able to focus on studying for my exam like I should have, and I bombed it, which maybe have a HUGE impact on the direction of my career. I feel like I have no control over anything in my life at all because all of my fucking energy is going into this party that I didn't even WANT to have... I wanted us to go to Jamaica. I wanted it to be easy, but no. Family guilt is strong, and it sucks. I've had at least 3 total meltdowns that I can recall, so far, and one is always not that far off. I'm going crazy, and what for? So I can look pretty for my family and friends, feed them, and try to host a fun party? That's a lot for one person to handle. I don't know how I'm going to make it through. Someone is constantly offended, or complaining about "why can't i bring my girlfriend of two weeks?", or anything else that they can find to bitch about. I want to call the whole thing off, but we've already spent thousands on preparations and it should be FOR something. "They" say that it's the happiest day of your life, and all I can think is that it's because all the BS is finally over with. I want to hide under a rock and cry.