I hate all that cute, frilly, puffy, lacy, veily shit.
I would gladly rip off all that vestal white and stomp on it with my 20 cm heels. If Freud was alive he would probably find a deep significance buried profoundly under all my bride hatred, something related to my alleged fear of commitment or maybe mother issues, but I am pretty sure I've hated the idea of getting married ever since I was 16.
Moreover, for over 20 years, I keep having a recurrent nightmare where I always find myself at my own wedding party, with some faceless groom, and I always discover terrified that I wish to get as away as possible. I don't think it's related to a certain guy, I am pretty sure that my main problem is the general concept of marriage.
I am definitely from another universe, a very disturbed one, so, because I wish to make a peaceful conclusion, to all the brides out there ..I wish you the best. I do :).
Posted by unikorna