I'm sure all you brides have had this moment. Each time I see this scene, I get fired up with lots of frustration. I growl just thinking about it. I must say bless their hearts for taking the initiative of helping out, ordering the invites (misspelling the Mother of the Groom's name), picking the bridal party accessories, and the bridesmaid dresses! But come on! The control freak in me would push me to elope.
Who stepped in & made decisions, not with, but for you? How did you handle it?
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