Christmas, a season for giving, loving ............ and splitting up?

It never accured to me before that such a happy time could also be relationship homocide. Though a few people have mentioned that they are going through a very rough patch, to the point of calling in the lawyers, right in the run up to Christmas.
 But why do we do this to ourselves? If Christmas, and weddings for that matter, threaten to tear us appart from our loved ones, why do we insist on indulging them? Why spend £1,000 on presents if the real cost of it all is spending Christmas with the prospect of a lonely New Year?
 Perhaps, though, it is unfair to blame the festive season. Perhaps it is infact our own insecurities infused with the inevitable alcohol content and massive debt that causes us to spiral into trouble.
 But either way, could you really give up Christmas to save everything else?

Tears & Tiaras - Diary Of A Bridezilla

Diets. Who on earth invented such a thing? Was it some self-loathing woman who couldn’t get the man she wanted? Or was it the sexist git who decided something had to be done about his beloveds ever increasing love handles. Let’s face it, no matter who invented it it’s got to be a woman’s fault. If a man had been told to loose a few pounds, he’d have told you he wasn’t changing and gone down the pub. You so much as tell a woman she’s looking healthier, and she’s embarking on some strange diet that’s practiced by the Hollywood God’s.


But what about us mere mortals with no will power? We see the size 0 girls in the magazines and, even more worryingly, on the streets, & feel guilty & disgusted with ourselves for polishing off the last jammy dodger. And yet we’ll still go home and hunt out the last of the tiramisu at the back of the fridge, or lick the lid of a Ben & Jerries.

On numerous occasions I’ve tried the latest craze, from baby food to cabbage soup to the morsel diet. I’ve even been to my local doctor and begged, yes that’s right, begged for little blue tablets that give you some very unpleasant side effects.

Will we ever believe our spouse when they tell us that we’re beautiful? Or will we continue to torment ourselves with airbrushed images of our favourite star?

Tears & Tiaras - Diary Of A Bridezilla

For one night only I became a regular, standard woman.


No bridal magazines or Monica files, just a loving fiancé, a sleeping baby, lots to eat and Marley & Me.

I’m grateful for having my best friend with me watching this one, as the tears flowed and the choked sobs came heavily. When he came over at the end of the movie, and put his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the forehead, I knew that I would always be accepted. Even when I am watching a soppy film and sobbing uncontrollably like a little girl. Though as it happens, he was crying almost as much as I was, though quieter and more manly I should add, just to save him embarrassment.
 It all got me thinking, a little too much if I’m honest, why do we have pets? We know they’re going to die, so why do we put ourselves through it?

Do we have them because their popular and the latest must have fashion accessory? Do we have them because they’re cute and popular? Perhaps it’s to keep the family happy.

Or, perhaps, it’s the need to have a silent confidante by your side, day and night, when everyone else is asleep and your awake worrying about tomorrow. It’s the need to have a secret between two loving beings that can never be spoken, no matter how angry one is at the other. The warmth of soft fur, almost reminiscent of a parent’s warm embrace. Perhaps…..

Tears & Tiaras - Diary Of A Bridezilla

Why is it that wedding’s, the happiest day of your lives, can always bring out the worst in you. Even the most loving, laid back couple can suddenly become sparring partners over table plans and honeymoon destinations.


With so much pressure for the happy couple to be perfect, is it any wonder that stress levels are high?

If your large, particularly the bride, then it would seem your abnormal for wanting to remain that way for your wedding. Shouldn’t all brides be a size zero on their big day? Or is this trend being slowly pushed aside for the healthier and, some may say, sexier fuller figure.

As a larger women myself, I have to admit that I am desperate to be the “perfect bride”, sexy size ten with curves in the right places, firm breasts & oozing sex appeal. Though without an abundance of cosmetic surgery, I doubt I will be a goddess on the wedding night.

Is it ever possible to be completely satisfied in yourself on your wedding day?

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?