A Bride's Realization

A few weeks ago, Mox and I had a huge fight because he would rather sleep all day than look for possible churches for our wedding. He thought it was still too early to prepare; I thought I was the only one who wanted to get married. It bothered me that he wasn’t interested in preparing for our wedding. He wouldn’t accompany me to supplier meetings and he would always complain whenever I’m taking too long at bridal fairs. His indifference alarmed me to the point that I was scared the wedding would not push through anymore because he no longer wanted to get married. I know, I’m one paranoid bride-to-be.

I aired my sentiments to my fellow brides in W@W, looking for sympathy, but they told me to just relax because our wedding is still almost two years away. “Once your wedding is near, your groom will be more hands-on in your preps,” they said. But I was being stubborn and overdramatic. I still thought that Mox no longer wanted to be with me because he didn’t care about our wedding anymore. Diba, ang drama ko lang. I began to question his love for me. I thought he didn’t love me enough because he blatantly refused to support me in my mission to plan our dream wedding (or so I thought). I was THIS close to calling the whole thing off because I was too hurt from his apparent disinterest. My inner drama queen just wouldn’t rest.

As I cried myself to sleep, I suddenly felt a warm, wet towel around my face. I opened my eyes and saw Mox quietly wiping my tears away. After staring at each other for what seemed like forever, he finally hugged me tightly and said, “Gusto pa rin kitang pakasalan dahil mahal na mahal kita.” That simple statement was enough to make all the animosity and doubt in my mind disappear.

But that's not all. He brought his laptop along and showed me some of his own "research": bookmarked links of apartments for rent and houses for sale in Pasig and Mandaluyong. As I watch him talking animatedly on how many rooms he would like our future house to have, I just melted and fell in love with him again. I didn’t care anymore if he doesn’t help me with the wedding preps; all I know was this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The man who would rather focus in preparing for our married life than in an extravagant one-day affair. The man who was compassionate enough to make sure I’m all right, even though we just had a big fight. The man who was not yet ready to give up on me even though I was practically forcing him to, given my bridezilla tendencies.

Wedding preparations should never be a source of stress for the couple. It should never cause a gap between a groom and his bride. Rather, it should serve as a test of the couple's compatibility, their ability to compromise, and their love and respect towards one another. I almost failed this test because I was ready to give up, but luckily, my love for my husband-to-be prevailed. 

I’ve finally realized that even though my fiancé is not that outwardly enthusiastic about our wedding preps, he is still excited about married life; he is still looking forward to being married to me. Yes, I might still pick a fight with him once in a while and nag him about being more involved in our wedding preps, but never again will I doubt his love for me. Lesson learned.

Weddings last one day; Marriage lasts forever