The morning after your wedding, the sparklers have fizzled, the guests have gone home, and the train of your wedding dress is probably stained on the underside.
I never thought about that. I was almost shocked when I saw how dirty my dress had gotten on my wedding day. I was disappointed for ruining THEE dress; but I was even more disappointed when I realized it didn’t matter. I’d never, ever wear it again.
[Well, sort of...]
The dress that had been tried on and tailored more than anything I’d ever owned was obsolete after one, eight-hour wear. Like, driving a brand new car off the lot, my wedding dress had lost an inordinate amount of value almost instantly.
No one tells you that you’ll experience a sense of mourning soon after your wedding. For me, it was literally the morning after my wedding.
Being a bride is fun. Everyone talks about your big day. They want to know every detail. They want to see the ring. And then see the ring again. Everyone is planning parties for you and you’re the belle of the ball for your entire engagement. You feel special.
Then, the day you have planned for for months and months comes, and it’s over in what feels like a blink of eye.
The morning after our wedding day, I felt a heavy sadness. I was ecstatic to finally be married to Cory, but I was sad because the hoopla was over. We weren’t special anymore. Needing to feel special is not apart of my DNA, but I had certainly gotten caught up in the wedding magic.
The next morning, as we loaded the car and prepared to head home as Mr. & Mrs, it hit me that I wouldn’t be going home with my family. My mom, dad, and brother were to go in one car, while Cory [my new family] and I, were to leave in another. It was a bittersweet reality that I hadn’t given any previous thought.
I felt homesick all morning.
I never, ever contemplated if I had just done the wrong thing by getting married. Never. I was wildly happy and excited to start my new life with Cory; the gravity of the situation just hit me differently than I had expected.
Thankfully, this weird post-nuptial depression didn’t last long at all. I’m talkin’ 24 hours, TOPS. But I felt guilty for experiencing it, because NO ONE had prepared me for it. Had I been tipped off, it probably wouldn’t have bothered me as much.
So, take it from a former bride – if you have some post-wedding blues, it’s okay! Marriage is the most wonderful thing of my every day life. It’s exciting and challenging and work and SO MUCH FUN, but it’s a big life change, and a little bit of aftershock is to be expected