I love my fiancƩ, I am very excited to get married. But for the love of God, can I please just have ONE tiny detail work out in my favour? I've had to compensate and jump through hoops on every single possible aspect of our wedding and it's driving me CRAZY.
Today was the cherry on top for me.
We had an appointment at the county office for our marriage license. I filled out the application form last night ahead of time. It's a legal form, so I wanted to print slowly and make sure everything was spelled correctly. I had filled out the paper, and folded it nicely on my nightstand so I could go over it with my fiancƩ before bed and then put it in my purse for the morning. Until I dumped my plate of chocolate chip pancakes all over it. Chocolate smeared everywhere. Am I 5 years old??
This part was fully my fault, but I SWEAR luteal phase is to blame for my clumsiness. I'm usually pretty poised, but all of a sudden luteal hits and I'm dropping things, spilling drinks, tripping over nothing and fumbling with everything. I broke my nail last week reaching around my fiancƩ to pet the dog. And I've been growing them for the wedding so now I have to have short stubby nails or wear fake ones which I absolutely despise.
So I check the clerk's office site, and their online portal to submit the application online doesn't work, but they do have a PDF version of the form to print. Ok, no problem, I'll just reprint the form. I don't have a printer, but our apartment complex does. I check and the printer is out of toner. Ok, that's fine. It's late, I'll just go to Staples in the morning.
So I get up and get myself ready early, I'm an hour ahead of schedule. My fiancƩ is on a work call, so we don't leave until 10:30. No problem, our appointment is at 11, and only 15 mins away. I'll be able to fill it out in the car. We print the form at Staples no problem, things are looking up.
But apparently the road to the clerks office hasn't been paved since the 90's. So I'm hunched over in the car, painstakingly writing each letter, trying to fill it out on the bumpiest road ever. I get it done, and it's not great, but it's legible. And we have our ID's to confirm our names anyways. I double check with my fiancƩ that his middle name does in fact have 2 L's, he confirms, I write it with 2 L's. (Foreshadowing to the future L we're about to take.)
So we get there and the appointment is going smoothly. The clerk asks us to correct any mistakes on a separate sheet to show what he is about to LEGALLY enter in the system. I notice a spelling error on our street name, I correct it, but everything else on my side looks fine, name, date of birth, etc. FiancƩ confirms his side. We sign the paper, all good.
The clerk prints it on the most official looking sheet of paper that's ever existed, embossed and pretty. He starts giving us verbal instructions about where to go next, how to get everything signed on the wedding day, etc etc. But I can't hear him. Because all I can see is my fiancƩ's middle name, misspelled. The clerk only put one L. I immediately let him know, and he looks a bit annoyed.
It's obviously his fault, because I spelled it with 2 L's on our original application, but he entered it wrong. But it's now our fault for not catching HIS error. Then he put it on ME directly saying I wrote the L "too lightly". There was a glass window between us, but I imagined reaching over and choking him with his stupid looking tie.
There's no punishment for being wrong, why can't people just apologize??
Now, normally this isn't an issue, it happens all the time. They'd just do a reprint and we'd be on our merry way, but he says they're out of the fancy paper. I'm sorry, you're telling me we just used your LAST sheet of pink embossed legal paper?? So he told us we have to "call and check" (my least favourite phrase) on Friday to see if they got more paper in and do a reprint. We get married next Wednesday.
If they do have the paper, then we'll go through the whole process again. And all of this has to be done with both of us in person. But if they don't have the paper, then we have to get married with the wrong name, and do a correction form. In which case, we will have to carry 2 pieces of paper with us for the rest of time showing that we got married with one name, and changed it later. WOW.
So we walk to the car and I'm just so devastated I start tearing up. I should also mention that I have OCD, so something like this, where a tiny mistake was so easily avoidable, makes me extremely stressed out. It's annoying and I don't want to live like this, but I'm working really hard on it. I've done really well in other areas and allowing things to not be perfect. This just happened to be our MARRIAGE license, and honestly the flood of emotions about it was 100% PMDD fuelled.
My fiancƩ, cool as a cucumber about everything, says "it's ok it will work out". I'm sure it will.
I just want to get the license, have it signed the day of, and say "yay we're married!" and call it good. I don't want to have to go back and jump through a bunch more hoops just to officially have the feeling of completing the task.
Does that make sense to anyone else? It's so frustrating to me to have to double back and fix something after it's already been done, it disrupts the natural progression of happiness in my mind, idk. I need to do more OCD research on this.
I just want one thing to go well from start to finish. Anyways, thanks for reading I guess. I just needed to vent. :/