..I use the term loosely.
At thirty-three years old, technically I am a grown up. Newly engaged means that, technically, I am also now a bride.
However, a potent combination of insecurity and cynicism, means that I’m struggling to accept either of the above.
I’ve got thirty weeks to come to terms with this rite of passage. Thirty weeks to go until I marry my own grown-up groom. God, I am getting married. Are you sure?