Your are not a crazy lady - or if you are my Mommy is too. My Mommy who is not going through any big emotional relationship thing ( not even PMS this week) was SOBBING her eyes out over a short story she read last night. About an old dog that got to eat mcDonald's food before it was 'put to sleep'. BAWLING!!!! It wasn't a silent lone tear rolling down her face - we are talking oodles of kleenex. She was glad only I saw her and not Daddy too because he would still be bugging her.
So you are allowed to cry at a wedding - that is what people do. I even cry... and I'm a puppy (i blame it on small tear ducts - maybe you can use that excuse too)

You are most definately NOT crazy!! That's the most normal thing I've ever heard of. It reminds me of how I wept in church the first Mother's Day after my mother died. I don't cry pretty like some people-it was ugly-snorting, snot, blubber. Not appropriate for the small town congregation who pretended that I didn't exist.

Girl, you deserve to feel however the heck you want to feel at any event, especially a wedding. Heck, I'm the bridesmaid at my Best friend from College's wedding this summer and I think I'm going to cry because my boyfriend doesn't want to live with me next year. Now, I think that's a little crazy. But you have a right to feel bummed about weddings.

I think you're a little crazy. Is that so wrong?

I'd continue to blame it all on the pantyhose. That's how I get through ALL kinds of things.

If you accept *nothing* else as gospel, accept this - pantyhose are an instrument of the Devil. There is no other explanation for the torture that is putting them on.

And what's so crazy about crying at a wedding with all the emotional baggage you are sorting thru going on? NOTHING. At least you arent reduced to tears at that old AT & T commercial where the girl moves into her own apt and her dad slips a cell phone under her door with his number programmed in - no idea why this one makes me cry, no sob uncontrolably EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT, but it does.And I bet you didn't make a fool of yourself watching that old movie Day of the Dolphin! (In the scene where the dolhin says Fa loves Pa, I lose it. LOSE IT. Every. Single. Time. Hubby refuses to be in the house if that movie is on!

It IS a brand new day Laurie! I'm having horrible flashbacks now as I'm moving to my third apartment in this city, since move #2 was awful and heart-breaking. Allow yourself time and don't get frustrated when there are bad days.

Ah, crying at weddings. Or crying anytime. My sisters, father and I are all guilty of the above. My father once cried so hard at a Van Gogh exhibit, strangers just sloooowly backed away from him. Which was a good thing because we got to view the paintings by ourselves. His excuse, no matter the occassion? "My allergies!"

Anyways, glad to see you are keeping your sense of humor! Remember - you will get through this! (I could babble some stuff my therapist told me when I went through my divorce, but I won't. There was a teddy bear involved and lots of crying (of course)) Not my best moment.

Pantyhose have driven lesser women to commit heinous crimes and act completely nuts. I once angrily ripped the entire leg out of a pair of hose with tiny run in them. They are nasty and crazy-making.

If you had gone to that wedding and had sat there with dry eyes and not had an emotional breakdown, your friends would have been forced to check you in to the nearest clinic for psychological assessment.

Andrew found me sobbing in the purse aisle at Winners yesterday. Now that's embarrassing. Sobbing amongst discounted handbags. I should have been celebrating!

Your not crazy, you're brave. Hell, I won't go near a wedding and make up all sorts of excuses so I don't have to go.

Well, I lied. You are crazy. Crazy for wearing pantyhose.

You really need to switch to thigh highs - youd be much happier.

I'm so proud of you for #10! Although your slightly whiny stories about the whole wedding thing have been so funny, it's #10 that's really important today. I wish I could have your upbeat outlook, even when the world seems to have it out for you, you can still see the humor in the situation and the light at the end of the tunnel. You go!

Let's hear it for BRAND NEW DAYS!

Time to buy more yarn.

You are a treasure - and I love the horoscopes. Yes. More.

you know, i commend you for not strangling your coworker when she showed you her wedding cake power point presentation. a wedding cake powerpoint presenation -- NOW THAT IS CRAZY.

it's a wedding. people cry at weddings. and cry over pantyhose.

I just started reading your blog and I think you are really wonderful! You are going through such a hard thing and seem like such a strong, funny and great person. I think Mr. X is crazy to give someone up as fantastic as you. One day he will realize it and it will be too late! Hang in there!

I am so glad that wedding is over. i hope you had a flask in your purse. She will be karmacally punished for putting you through that in your own time of divorce drama.

I cry at weddings, too, because there's a 50/50% chance the marriage will fail. A Power Point presentation on the wedding cake? That's your clue, right there. I give it three years. ;)

Obviously panty hose are evil and should be avoided at all costs. Also, obviously, you needed a really good cry and some really good friends to get you home in one piece. Hope this is a major turning point for you emotionally. And keep those candles lighted.

Hey, does this mean that Bridezilla is gone on vacation now? Whee!

Will you edit my comment if I say "Bridezilla"?

Well, of course you cried at the wedding. Even when things are going okey dokey, I still manage to cry at weddings. To that end, the only thing worse, is my behavior at funerals. Dreadful. Disgusting. I keep thinking maybe I'll "grow" up and accept stuff like funerals, but I'm 39, so now I'm thinking its a personality quirk. If you are sentimental, it means you have heart :) Take it easy on yourself.

Cry at weddings? Your friends weren't lying, no one noticed, they were all too busy crying (or trying not too) to possibly notice.

And like so many other commenters, I cry easily myself -- Little House on the Prairie episodes, Steph VW's post last Thursday, looking at my piles of laundry.

I think the old saying got it wrong, it isn't an apple a day that brings good health, it's a cry a day.

She made you make her invitations?!?!? I'd be crying that there are such annoying, oblivious, self-centered people!

hey Laurie,

you ever watch M*A*S*H? There was a show that was gosh-darned funny. But you know, sometimes it wasn't all that funny. It was an achingly honest show, and sometimes they were honest while making you laugh, and other times the poignancy made you cry. Your blog is like that. I love it for making me laugh, but I stay for the honesty. Girl, we're rooting for you.

You know, it takes a lot of brave stuff to be as honest as that list is. I cried yesterday too. I was listening to a recording of a soprano singing a piecet that my daughter will be singing this coming Sunday. She is the featured soloist singing with an orchestra as the result of winning a competition. I was crying AND IT WASN'T EVEN HER YET!!!!! I had to remind myself to breathe. I probably won't cry (or will try hard not to) on Sunday because I refuse to let my mother see me cry. (LOOONG, life long story, she will not see me exude emotion). So I won't sit next to her at all. I'm glad you could let it all out. Sometimes you need a good cry and when you get it isn't in your control. Have a good week. She is on her honeymoon, so you don't have to worry about the bride and wedding plans and all that bliss crap until she gets back.

Laurie, you were in La Habra (it is literally 100 yards away from my front door) and didn't stop by? I was home, and I have beer, along with tequila, rum, vodka, whiskey & wine. We could have driven my DH (and yes, this time it DOES stand for Dick Head because I'm pissed at him) crazy. Hell, it would have been a PERFECT way to get out of going to the wedding...oh well

Well, now you know you can face anything and survive. How horrid of your coworker to rope you into doing all those things for her wedding while you are dealing with all this Mr. X crap. What a pity she doesn't have the decency to be ashamed of herself for being so inconsiderate!

But, Laurie, are you Hawkeye or are you Hot Lips?

I cry at coffee ads. And when my (then) boyfriend took me to see Shadowlands, where Debra Winger dies of cancer, I bawled so hard that we had to sit and wait for the theatre to empty out. Heaving, wracking, wet, soppy, snotty, sobs. Little did I know at the time that it was much like childbirth would be...

You know why I cried? I cried because Debra Winger's character was knitting in the scene before she died and I kept thinking, "She'll never get to finish that sweater..." Sick, or what??

Now you go find a nice cucumber eye masque and put some crushed ice in a bag and rest with it on your eyelids. Blonde, southern girls have to take care of their looks!

Please allow me to make you all feel better about your cryin: crazy? debate. I'm sitting here at work reading the first post about the woman bawling over the sad dog story, and now I'M starting to tear up!!! I blame Old Yeller, I saw it at a very tender age and it has ruined me for life...

Oh hon, I'm so sorry. But you are NOT insane, this should NOT have been obvious to you, and if anyone else says or thinks otherwise, FUCK 'EM. I respect you immensely for going, you went because you care, because you have a big huge heart and it's wonderful. No one can buy that in stores or learn it in school. You are just one person doing the damn best you can and it's pretty freakin' great if you ask me. You know what I admire about you? You live outloud. I don't mean just that you share your experience online (which is fabulous and you're hilarious but not what I mean) but you stand up for what you believe in and you say what you think. You're true to yourself. You don't make any apologies for who you are. I respect the hell out of you for it. I don't know who the hell I am or what the hell I feel. If for some reason in a particular situation I think I do know, I feel obligated to keep silent or pretend to feel differently. So you think you can give me some lessons? ;) **hugs**hugs**hugs** and also, I love your checkerboard scarf. Honey, you should sell your amazing knitting!!