I wasn't a bridezilla. Everything went well throughout our engagement, even when DH's aunt cancelled our shower and wedding reception and didn't bother to tell us. By then, we had already decided it wasn't prudent to have our event there because of a huge melee that broke out among family members at his cousin's wedding 4 months before ours. We'd already picked different venues when she told me, "oh, honey, don't worry about it. I cancelled your wedding the day after my daughters." Turns out, her son called another one of DH's cousins and let him know.... like he had anything to do with our wedding... he even went on vacation when we got married, so he wasn't even there.
Anyway, because there was such a little amount of stress, I freaked out on the Thursday before our Saturday wedding. I needed Xanax to calm me down so I could get rid of the tension headache I had. By our rehearsal on Friday night, I was fine. The worst part was going to my grandfather's gravesite with a rose for him, so he'd be included in our day. He had died 8 years before that and it felt like it was yesterday.
On our wedding day, I was cool and calm. DH needed immodium because he was a wreck. I didn't cry all day. He was a bundle of emotions... and all good ones.
12 years later, and I might be called wifezilla at times

but I wasn't a bridezilla.... more a go with the flow bride.
