I would put my foot down, stand behind my values, and refuse to have an elaborate wedding.
I never had any storybook notions about weddings. My hope had been to slip away to city hall and get married quietly. It’s all about priorities; I believe that the marriage, and not the wedding, is what should really matter. The money spent on a wedding can be used by a couple to have a solid start and build a life together. I know that many people will disagree with me (“It’s my big day!”), but those are my personal values.
Most men would be delighted with this plan. Why not bypass a bride’s nonstop wedding-wwedding-wedding obsession and fast-forward to the marriage?
But, my husband’s parents were appalled. They’d already decided that their son would have a big, fancy wedding, and his mother expected me to go along with the wedding of her dreams.
Sadly, my in-laws are domineering, meglomanical people, and they bullied my husband into agreeing. For my part, I wanted to start the marriage on harmonious terms, so I dug in my heels only so deeply and reluctantly, unhappily tried to keep the peace.
Needless to say, the whole thing was a disaster. I spent my entire life savings, and even went into debt, for a wedding that I didn’t want. When my in-laws continually tried to force their demands on me, I had to stand up for myself and have brutal, ugly fights. (Twenty-two years later, I still don’t like my in-laws; an unbreachable rift was formed, and I keep my distance.) I never forgave my husband for being such a Mama’s Boy and not standing by his future wife; any mention of that wedding will dredge up bad memories and upset me. What should have been a happy time was ruined, and my wedding day was literally the worst day of my life.
When my husband came to his senses and saw the carnage, he regretted everything. He went into a deep depression that lasted for at least a year. If he could do it all over again, he, too, would say “No!” and avoid the all that pain and damage.