I was going to post this in the wedding planning reddit… but I think I would prefer opinions and constructive criticism here.

I know I’m being hyperbolic right now. I do not handle stress well.

I knew I was going to hate planning. I’ve been married before and I remember how overwhelmed and stressed out I was. I didn’t want a big wedding again. I wanted to elope or have a very small wedding.

Fast forward to now it’s a big destination wedding and of course I’m planning like 80% of it my own. My mom is helping like 17%. And that leave the remaining 3% to my fiancé. My mom is also financing basically the entire wedding (which adds to my guilt about all of this).

I’m so frustrated and I’m so resentful. I just hate this. Like 3 days a month I’ll get on a roll and get a ton of stuff done and it’s okay or even enjoyable and exciting- but the other days of the month I’m just miserable. I try to hide it most of the time but like once a month I can’t hold my tongue.

I’ve made myself extremely clear (or so i thought) about how this has made me feel and my fiancé will hug me, wipe my tears, tell me he loves me and he’s so so sorry, he’s gonna step up and really help blah blah blah… nothing changes.

Is anyone else going though this? I wish I could just fast forward to the reception.

I don’t like feeling this way. I feel so ungrateful and overly sensitive. I know lots of women love doing this and would happily trade places with me. It’s just too much. My wedding is in a couple months so I’m just trying to survive until then. I just keep exploding on my fiancé and my anger is just out of control. I know I’m not communicating well and I feel like he has walls up. I started a massive fight last night and I don’t even know what to say when he gets home from work. I’m still angry.

Has anyone else gone though this? I love love loved the early engagement time. It was so much fun, so exciting, so much possibility, we were all over each other and so happy. Now we barely do anything except zone out in front of the tv after work. Or have super surface level conversations at dinner. I try to re-ignite some passion but nothing is really working. We are both just so stressed out and it’s sucking the life out of us.

Sorry this post is all over the place. I will say, I do think the main issue is me. I think my expectations are too high but even thought I’m aware of that and accept that I’m still pissed.