We're planning our wedding for Halloween 2020, because I've always said that if I was going to be stupid and get married, I'd do it under a full moon on Halloween. Yes, I said stupid. I think that marriage is an archaic institution that doesn't really serve any purpose other that getting the government in the middle of your relationship. My dislike of the legal stuff aside, that piece of paper really means something to him, so we started making plans. Then COVID hit and I've been in a massive depression spiral of not wanting to work on anything or get anything done. I've clawed my way through getting the invitations sent, signing the photographer, finding a makeup artist, and staying in touch with my seamstress. I know that a bunch of people are going to choose not to come because of COVID, and I'm fine with that, and understand their choice. Now along with the depression issues, I've also got a metric ton of baggage from my late teens and early 20s related to my self worth. I basically feel like I don't matter to anyone, unless they need something from me. Long story short, every time I've had a life event that traditionally involves a large group of people attending a celebration marking the event, I've been ghosted. Like my Sweet 16- I invited my entire grade from school, 6 people showed up. Of those 6, 3 weren't' invited- 2 were siblings and 1 was the son of the DJ. So I've got all of this swirling around in my head constantly. That nobody's going to come, because they don't care enough about me to be bothered, and they're going to use COVID as an excuse that I can't really argue with. I just feel like we're wasting money on a party that isn't going to have enough people show up to matter. Like, why am I wasting all this time and energy, and spending thousands on what's essentially going to amount to a family dinner, because they're pretty much going to be the only people who show up.