depressed!

Enough froth, time for some introspection.
Sometimes it feels like finally, it’s happening, because I’ve been waiting for this for almost five years. Almost ever since we got together, as a matter of fact. Yep, I was that sure he was Mr. absofreakinglutely right. Bt I’ve also been waiting for my, ahem, dream wedding all my life. And the way things are spiraling out of control and shaping themselves up…well sometimes it just freaks me out.
1. The location and ever after debate, which seemingly has no end and no solution. I wouldn’t put this as number one, except that my in law’s to be have some very weird ideas about how a wedding should be conducted. But I guess my peeve has more to do with the fact that they don’t like me, have agreed to this wedding under protest, and are making it clear, rather than anything else. Sigh. All right I don’t blame them, much, for not liking me. I don’t like myself sometimes. I just don’t know why I should run a marathon for it.
2. My losing battle with the bulge(s). enough said, as this speaks for itself.
3. My constant freak out fits. Will I make a good wife? A good daughter in law? Et al…I get stressed about the fact that my cooking won’t come up to par and various assorted woes which frankly are too boring to type. My sister (and fiancé) say that as long as I make a good wife that’s enough. Is it?
Why did I ever decide to get married?