TO THE BRIDE,
Yes, I’m talking to you.
I hope you are happy with your life right now. I sincerely hope you are happy in the bubble that protects you from knowing that you betrayed a friend. Scratch that, friends. With a capital ‘S’ for added pluralization.
I had no idea guys. If only someone told me sooner…
Yeah, right. Act dumb. Nobody’s buying it.
The fact that you ditched your own bridal shower because you thought it was for another friend.
Or the fact that you actually promised to come and then suddenly, turned off your phone when we kept on calling you; throwing reasons like you’re sick and you’re busy with school and with promotional papers.
Sure, you didn’t know.
By the way, We’ve been contacting your future-husband by that time. He told us that you were busy playing a mobile game so that’s why you removed your sim card for better concentration.
Yes, you weren’t informed. Our bad.
And when we actually told you what was really up by telling you we’ve organized your shower, you felt better two hours later.
OMG! If only I’d known that the party was PAID and ORGANIZED for ME, I wouldn’t be so unreachable.
Oh! Didn’t I mention why I, no, WE hate your husband?
Sure, he has always been a jackass with no apparent future in sight before he met you; but, he took it to the next level of ass-holiness during the planning of your blasted shower.
It was when your dick of a future husband insisted to spend the night with us in an all-female bridal shower (because he might drive too late and it was dangerous to drive in the dark), we vehemently refused. So, since he can’t get his penis-itch scratched, he stopped actively helping us out, making it difficult than ever.
See how wonderful he is!
But, that was only in the bridal shower, you guys. What does it have to do with the wedding?
Well, my dear, that was only the beginning.
Sure, planning a wedding is very hard. I’ve seen it in my cousins’ and other friends'. I heard their complaints but they never demanded. And, that doesn’t give you guys the right to be fucking dictators in the chat group.
Guys! You should wear a vest beneath your tuxedo! And matching grey socks!
Girls! It’s up to you what hair accessories you’ll use.
Be at the hotel by 4am, okay? We’ve got lots of people to put make-up on.
Guys! We are out of budget so if it’s okay you guys PAY for your own clothes.
Who wants to sponsor?
Who wants to bring wine?
Come on, guys! THIS IS OUR WEDDING!
Woah, steady now. I know you’re tired, frustrated, and excited. BUT you forgot some teensy-weensy detail.
You are TELLING us to pay thousands for our own clothes. You are DEMANDING sponsorship from students and unemployed people, and on top of that, you TALK as if we owe you guys our kidneys.
Take note, WE are doing you a favor. It was never the other way around.
When we actually arrived by 4am, you guys were still asleep. How hospitable of you!
When we actually had make-up on, your hired-for-the-day organizer shooed us to the chapel for a pictorial that never happened because YOU were late!
The heat of the midday sun back then was very healthy for the skin, let me tell you.
That same organizer made our boys run for their lives escorting various godmothers since their partner were bloody late. You might’ve offered them Gatorade after that impromptu run or just a quick thank you but you handed them mannequins to be placed in your car instead.
And, that my folks, is how you treat your groomsmen. SLOW CLAP.
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Honestly, I expected so much from you.
We have known each other since elementary. We shared late-night phone calls, been in the same major in college, and got together in our off days from work.
But in the end, you proved to me that giving somebody power and entitlement is very destructive.
You treated not only me but all of us like shit and I wouldn't stand for it.
The repayment you gave me for all those years I've been your friend..
from all those nights I'd let you in my house despite needing the time for myself..
to those days I defended you against anyone who spoke ill of you... I believed you through and through..
Now, I couldn't do it anymore.
I guess you never shared the same fierce loyalty I had for you.
Well, Congratulations and Best wishes!
This will be the final time, I will wish you well.