MOHREJECT
Oct 22, 2012, 07:51 PM
To get to her wedding, I flew 6000km across the ocean from Europe where I am a very poor grad student and then drove a further 14 hours round trip including a border crossing to get to her wedding. Going to her wedding cost me my only trip home for the next 18 months, and it was a fly in and fly out affair that took 5 days, during which time the only time I saw my father was when he was driving me back to the airport, I missed Mother's day because I was driving back the whole of the Sunday to make my flight. I didn't see any of my other friends and was 7 hours jet lagged the entire time. I had so little money my mother gave me my 'birthday present' 4 months early so I could afford gas money, and lent me her car because I couldn't afford to rent.
When my friend got engaged, I was ecstatic for her, told her I was there to help as much as I could, would call places and look up info on the Internet for her from Europe if she wanted/needed. I never once asked her if I would be a bridesmaid or MOH. I didn't want to put any pressure on her or make her feel awkward, it was HER special day after all, and I believe a woman's wedding day really should be all about her. I did ask if I could stay at her house for the wedding. She had a 4 bedroom, with a finished attic, I've stayed with her every time I've visited, and with the exception of 2 visits in the 6 years since we graduated college and moved away from each other, it's always been me who has rented a car, and driven the 6-7 hour round trip to see her, so I didn't anticipate a problem. I was coming from so far away and I'm hardly a guest, I've known her for 10 years! We were sorority sisters.
She said we'll see... then a few months later I'll ask him (her fiance), then a few months later she told me her fiancé didn't want 'guests' in their house for the wedding because of the stress... then I find out her sister and her brand new husband are staying in their house. She knew I could barely afford to come all that way and that staying in a hotel would be just impossible. But still I didn't say anything, I contemplated driving 7 hours there for the wedding and immediately driving 7 hours back and she said 'well if that's what you have to do'...
9 months after the engagement she asked me if I would be her MOH... I was ecstatic& honored, I said yes immediately and she said the dress is from a national chain, just buy the right color in any style you want, we even discussed styles. Then a few weeks after she said well you can still be the MOH but 'do you really want to wear the dress'? I sensed there was an answer she wanted so I said whatever you want me to do... Then a few weeks after this, she said there's an uneven number in the bridal party so you can't walk down the aisle... to this day I'm not sure what she meant because it was never clear if her fiancé had too many or too little groomsmen, she was vague , but again I sensed there was a desired outcome and I said well if that's what you want then no problem and I bowed out of the dress and the procession... then she said how about you do a reading? So I found reading she liked, I looked over her final fitting photos, I volunteered to help with whatever else I could do from abroad... and then I read on her blog how resentful she is that no one is helping her with anything, and she said she was trying to stay positive about the contributions people were making, for example 'her BFF was coming all the way from Europe and shouldn't she be grateful for that?' (I presume this was a rhetorical question)...
Then a few weeks before the wedding she tells me that I can stay with her. When I get to her house, the afternoon after landing from a transatlantic flight, which came after journeying 5 hours from where I actually live, to the city with the nearest international airport on a bus, then taking public transportation for an hour to get to said airport and then once I landed on the other side sleeping for a few hours and then getting up to drive 7 hours to get to the wedding rehearsal dinner on time while jet lagged out of my mind, she shows me the couch where I will be sleeping... with the filthy, stinking of dog blanket and no pillow. I said nothing, she had enough to worry about after all, I said I wasn't a guest after all, and what with family and guests and priests and dresses and hair, it's HER day and I wouldn't spoil it. This girl, my BFF, my soul mate, the one person who I thought would never pull something like this on me, who wasn't capable of behaving this way, not only was and is capable, she did and she did it to me. It broke my heart. She's never addressed it, never told me what was going on during those months of limbo.
Here I am, months after the wedding, everything has calmed down again, we can go back to normal because as everybody knows 'weddings make people crazy''. I held my tongue, I supported, I cheered, I smiled, I clapped, I encouraged, I danced and I was gracious as I was taught to be. I waited and waited for things to calm down, for her to go back to 'normal', for the haze of the craziness to fade away and for her to realize what I did, what I did for her so she could be happy. And it's not that she didn't thank me for attending, she did, beautifully. It's that I feel like the thank you was a hidden apology. While I firmly believe a wedding day is about the couple, they are and should be the focus of everyone's thoughts and wishes and they deserve one day to feel special and have their nearest and dearest celebrate their love, maybe the couple should remember that they might not have made it to their wedding day without the love, support and encouragement of their nearest and dearest.
What haunts me is something my father, who I will not see for another 2 years, said to me as he drove me back to the airport, when I told him all that attending this wedding entailed, he looked at me and said: I hope this friend of yours would do the same for you.
Truth? I'm not sure that she would. Maybe the reason that I feel so hurt is because I realize this wedding wasn't necessarily an aberration. Maybe if all these years I've felt like I've been putting in more effort, while she, in a relationship and now married, has had time for me when it was convenient, or when I made the effort, maybe it wasn't my imagination, maybe it really has been me. Her wedding only exposed what I've felt for awhile now, that due in large part to our long distance friendship, BFF-type though it may be, we both have had the luxury of attending to more pressing matters instead of each other. She responds to an email 'later', she Skype when it's convenient, there is a reason she never calls on the phone, never buys a calling card, never visits. Her wedding exposed all that was wrong with our friendship as these life-altering moments often do. So here I am months after the fact, and I know that I've waited long enough and I've given enough and I cannot do 'this' anymore.
Any advice?
When my friend got engaged, I was ecstatic for her, told her I was there to help as much as I could, would call places and look up info on the Internet for her from Europe if she wanted/needed. I never once asked her if I would be a bridesmaid or MOH. I didn't want to put any pressure on her or make her feel awkward, it was HER special day after all, and I believe a woman's wedding day really should be all about her. I did ask if I could stay at her house for the wedding. She had a 4 bedroom, with a finished attic, I've stayed with her every time I've visited, and with the exception of 2 visits in the 6 years since we graduated college and moved away from each other, it's always been me who has rented a car, and driven the 6-7 hour round trip to see her, so I didn't anticipate a problem. I was coming from so far away and I'm hardly a guest, I've known her for 10 years! We were sorority sisters.
She said we'll see... then a few months later I'll ask him (her fiance), then a few months later she told me her fiancé didn't want 'guests' in their house for the wedding because of the stress... then I find out her sister and her brand new husband are staying in their house. She knew I could barely afford to come all that way and that staying in a hotel would be just impossible. But still I didn't say anything, I contemplated driving 7 hours there for the wedding and immediately driving 7 hours back and she said 'well if that's what you have to do'...
9 months after the engagement she asked me if I would be her MOH... I was ecstatic& honored, I said yes immediately and she said the dress is from a national chain, just buy the right color in any style you want, we even discussed styles. Then a few weeks after she said well you can still be the MOH but 'do you really want to wear the dress'? I sensed there was an answer she wanted so I said whatever you want me to do... Then a few weeks after this, she said there's an uneven number in the bridal party so you can't walk down the aisle... to this day I'm not sure what she meant because it was never clear if her fiancé had too many or too little groomsmen, she was vague , but again I sensed there was a desired outcome and I said well if that's what you want then no problem and I bowed out of the dress and the procession... then she said how about you do a reading? So I found reading she liked, I looked over her final fitting photos, I volunteered to help with whatever else I could do from abroad... and then I read on her blog how resentful she is that no one is helping her with anything, and she said she was trying to stay positive about the contributions people were making, for example 'her BFF was coming all the way from Europe and shouldn't she be grateful for that?' (I presume this was a rhetorical question)...
Then a few weeks before the wedding she tells me that I can stay with her. When I get to her house, the afternoon after landing from a transatlantic flight, which came after journeying 5 hours from where I actually live, to the city with the nearest international airport on a bus, then taking public transportation for an hour to get to said airport and then once I landed on the other side sleeping for a few hours and then getting up to drive 7 hours to get to the wedding rehearsal dinner on time while jet lagged out of my mind, she shows me the couch where I will be sleeping... with the filthy, stinking of dog blanket and no pillow. I said nothing, she had enough to worry about after all, I said I wasn't a guest after all, and what with family and guests and priests and dresses and hair, it's HER day and I wouldn't spoil it. This girl, my BFF, my soul mate, the one person who I thought would never pull something like this on me, who wasn't capable of behaving this way, not only was and is capable, she did and she did it to me. It broke my heart. She's never addressed it, never told me what was going on during those months of limbo.
Here I am, months after the wedding, everything has calmed down again, we can go back to normal because as everybody knows 'weddings make people crazy''. I held my tongue, I supported, I cheered, I smiled, I clapped, I encouraged, I danced and I was gracious as I was taught to be. I waited and waited for things to calm down, for her to go back to 'normal', for the haze of the craziness to fade away and for her to realize what I did, what I did for her so she could be happy. And it's not that she didn't thank me for attending, she did, beautifully. It's that I feel like the thank you was a hidden apology. While I firmly believe a wedding day is about the couple, they are and should be the focus of everyone's thoughts and wishes and they deserve one day to feel special and have their nearest and dearest celebrate their love, maybe the couple should remember that they might not have made it to their wedding day without the love, support and encouragement of their nearest and dearest.
What haunts me is something my father, who I will not see for another 2 years, said to me as he drove me back to the airport, when I told him all that attending this wedding entailed, he looked at me and said: I hope this friend of yours would do the same for you.
Truth? I'm not sure that she would. Maybe the reason that I feel so hurt is because I realize this wedding wasn't necessarily an aberration. Maybe if all these years I've felt like I've been putting in more effort, while she, in a relationship and now married, has had time for me when it was convenient, or when I made the effort, maybe it wasn't my imagination, maybe it really has been me. Her wedding only exposed what I've felt for awhile now, that due in large part to our long distance friendship, BFF-type though it may be, we both have had the luxury of attending to more pressing matters instead of each other. She responds to an email 'later', she Skype when it's convenient, there is a reason she never calls on the phone, never buys a calling card, never visits. Her wedding exposed all that was wrong with our friendship as these life-altering moments often do. So here I am months after the fact, and I know that I've waited long enough and I've given enough and I cannot do 'this' anymore.
Any advice?