DH and I absolutely hated our wedding day, and I also really hated the photos.
We had wanted to elope but DH let slip to his family and we ended up being pressured into a small wedding. We liked the registry office ceremony but desperately wanted to be alone after that. I was trying not to cry most of the evening and burst into tears as soon as we got home and both of us have struggled to shake off our unhappiness since.
It was hosted at my DM’s house so I feel guilty for not being more grateful for the work she and her friends put in, but it wasn’t work I asked them to do and I had been clear with them that it wasn’t necessary. It was hugely over the top and I was bossed about for the week leading up to it and the whole day and I felt embarassed by the result. DM also made an embarrassing speech which caused awkward silence for a while afterwards and which I found a bit cruel.
We only had one friend as we were keeping numbers down and there was an obligation to invite family first. We regret that but I’m also glad only one friend witnessed it because that was embarrassing enough.
On top of that, I had panicked at the thought of people taking pictures and decided at the last minute to get my hair done professionally. It looked terrible and I should have worn my natural curls. DH said I looked lovely but also said he would have preferred my natural hair. I hate almost all of the photographs and a lot are with family I’m not at all close to anyway.
We are now planning a redo, like a vow renewal but only a few weeks after the wedding. Is this completely unreasonable? Even if we don’t do a full vow renewal, it will involve rehiring DH’s suit, dry cleaning my dress, making another bouquet, hiring a photographer, taking a day off work and getting all done up again, and it still won’t be our real wedding or erase the day we had. We are busy and trying to save money and I know this is stupid but I am so upset and I feel like I want a memory to replace this with. I also want some photos I’m not embarassed to show people and that I can look back on with fondness. Should I just grow up and move on?