So what if Mr. Breadstick and Ms. Ineedacheeseburger really do get married?
Here I am, the middle friend (and ex girlfriend). Nevertheless, I have thought, in detail actually, about how I would feel about each moment of this.
The engagement. A tad shocked. A little depressed but genuinely happy for them both.
Pre-wedding. Jittery. Wanting, almost needing, to help out in any way possible. I could easily plan this wedding. No really I could. I could dive into this head first and produce a spectacular event. And I really think my heart would jump out of my chest about 500 times in the process.
Wedding. Happy. Like crying happy. A little bitter knowing that she is marrying one of my best friends for ever and ever, and that they will have the sex. Can’t even, don’t even, want to remotely picture that event. Ick.
Post-wedding. Happy. Delighted. Drunk.
Really post-wedding. Well, I don’t know. Depends on my dating status.