I am very aware that I am turning into a major bridezilla, but I don't care. Yesterday my mom, moh, future mil and my dad went dress shopping. Four shops and I have yet to find my dress! One of my bridesmaids is throwing a fit because the dress I picked doesn't flatter her body shape, bitch you have four months, lose fucking weight! My dad is bitching about the cost. But it's my wedding, I only get one. Oh and my future sil may not be able to attend so I have to find replacement flower girls. I'm ready to call the whole thing off.