“Which do you hate more,” I asked, “the wedding or the jewelery store?”
She replied, “That’s like asking who was meaner, Hitler or Stalin?!?”
We’re 35 days away from the Big Day. I now approach it with stoic resolve. Then again, I don’t have to wear the dress. Or go to the fittings. Or suffer through the shower. Or have my gender identity questioned because of failing to embrace glitter and glam, but that is exactly what jewelery stores do to women with simple tastes. And so the love of my life now hates the day that everyone tells her should be the best day of her life. Damn. We should have eloped.