Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t realize this was your wedding!
Oh wait, it’s not! It’s mine! So can I, I don’t know, maybe have a say in some of the decisions. First of all, it was my money that paid for this! Second of all, if I’m okay with this then why are you throwing a big fit?
It’s not like nothing is going to look right because the cups I got we’re 3 OUNCES bigger!
Can we please stop having gussy fits. You’re more of a bridezilla than I am!

If you wanted a certain kind then do it yourself because obviously I’m just going to screw it up!

I don’t even want to be here. I don’t feel good. But I do it because you want to. And you would’ve been mad if we didn’t. I do a lot of what you want without complaining but now I’m done. What about me? I don’t want to sound selfish and I don’t want to complain but when is it my turn. Ever since I’ve come home it’s as if you don’t even care. I’m doing my best to show you how much I love you and how devoted I am but I feel like I’m not getting anything in return. It really hurts. Is it going to be like this for the rest of our lives??

You say you love me but I’m not exactly feeling it right now.