There's a looming, gripping, all-consuming, and sinister part of wedding planning that no one ever talks about. It feels sort of like when my high school boyfriend dumped me the week before Winter Formal, but I was hosting the group dinner, so all my friends came with their dates for a meal, and I sat alone at the end of the table and nobody mentioned what had happened. We ate catered fried rice and orange chicken in my parents' dining room and had a good ole time, joking and