Tears & Tiaras - The Diary Of A Bridezilla

Growing up I was told that becoming husband and wife should be about just that. Declaring the love that you have for each other and declaring to the world that you were a team that could not be parted. So why is it that, now I have gotten into the world of bridezilla's, tedious rules and overly priced pieces of sponge, getting married seems to be about everything other than the happy couple.

Almost every girl dreams of her big day, from the Vera Wang dress to the Jimmy Choo peep toes and the twelve-piece string quartet to the elaborate five-tier wedding cake. But how many of us can actually afford this extravagance. The reality of the day is more likely to be an unnamed gown with shoes from Primark and a twenty-pound cake from Asda. Is this really a bad thing?

Perhaps this is a good thing. As much as I dream of my perfect day, surely the dream of a perfect home is more important. One where we can build our lives as a family, the type in which we could sit around a tree with little Timmy on Christmas morning.

We all know what we SHOULD be spending our time and money on, so why is it then that even the most sensible and budget conscious women turn into the ultimate spoilt child when we cannot have the best of the best and have to make do with average? More importantly, how do any of us actually go on to getting married in the first place? Surely our beloved future husbands must be terrified of the monster that is lying in bed with them shouting at bridesmaids in their sleep?

Why then, in this day and age, where it is not unacceptable to live without that slip of paper, do we feel the need to get married?