Another groomzilla rants in the Australian (hat tip QM):
The reality has spread like the numbness of a snakebite. After two months as an engaged thirtysomething and eight weeks before our nuptials, I have had to overhaul my boyish notions of romance.This, I'd imagined, was to be a triumphant time, when two people would celebrate the miracle of a destined union and I would get to show off a beautiful bride-to-be.Naive fool.
As the Cat and her pride nut out every imaginable wedding nuance with cult-like control, I've realised that my choices have been, to say the least, limited.I feel some tension in the air.
Of the three colours up for selection, only gold was the right answer. Red, it seems, is for blokes, like me, with a limited sense of style.Here I feel some of his pain.
The wedding thing has left me far more the feather duster than the rooster.Hmm, sounds like we've got some issues to talk through kids. At least most of Groomzilla's animosity is felt towards protagonists outside the relationship.
On a more sagely note, Steve Jobs, founder of Apple, on being adopted, dropping out, founding Apple, being sacked from Apple, bouncing back then almost dying (hat tip Brownie):
...when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night...read the rest, enjoy.