Woe #7: Choosing bridesmaids and trying not to offend anyone is like ripping off a bandaid really fast.

I have lots of friends. Friends from high school that I still talk to, friends from college, friends from childhood. I have gay friends, straight friends, colored friends, tall friends, skinny friends, girl-friends, boy-friends. 530 friends and counting on Facebook (that I know, personally, not just random ass strangers). Lots of followers on Instagram.

Yay for having friends and people who actually pretend like they care.

Do you know how many times in the six weeks I’ve been engaged that I’ve been asked (non-chalantly of course): “So, uh, who’s going to be your bridesmaids?”

My response: ". . . ."

Guess what? Rejection sucks. I don’t care how macho you pretend to be when you get rejected, it hurts and sometimes you get offended.

Definition of re·jec·tion:  

Noun: The act of rejecting or the state of being rejected

(Now refer to the definition of reject)

re·ject

Verb: Dismiss as inadequate, inappropriate, or not to one's taste.

Noun: A person or thing dismissed as failing to meet standards or satisfy tastes.

To keep costs low (and to appease my mother), I’m only having two bridesmaids: a maid of honor and one bridesmaid. Trev’s only having a best man and one groomsman.

TWO GIRLS.

TWO BOYS.

That's it. No more, no less.

Woe #7: Choosing bridesmaids and trying not to offend anyone is like ripping off a band-aid really fast. Because we all know how easily offended girls get if they don't get chosen for something.

"That bitch didn't invite me to her party!"

or 

"I can't believe that she won homecoming queen, I'm so much prettier."

or 

"She chose her boyfriend over me! What happened to sisters before misters?"

So not looking forward to rejecting some really good friends.