When most woman realize that they are about to become a bride, there is a switch somewhere deep inside their mind that flips; it’s a switch most, but not all women are born with. This switch can transform any mild mannered girl into one holy terror to those around her. If you ever find yourself with one of these demons from the underworld, here are some things that just may get you by. No, I’m not claiming a cure for their harsh words and demonic disposition; rather, I liken it to wearing a clove of garlic while traveling through Transylvania.

For hundreds of years men and women have been getting married; likewise, for hundreds of years Bridezillas’ have roamed the countryside wreaking havoc on their family, friends, and fiancées. Until recently these phenomena’s’ have not been fully understood. After many encounters with scores of Bridezillas, I’ve discovered that rule number one is and will always be, don’t make them angry; at all costs keep your Bridezilla calm and smiling. If this is not possible, feed them. Any comfort food will do, ice cream, chips, cookies, brownies, and the list goes on. Be prepared though for the response, “If I eat I won’t fit into the dress”. If this occurs set the food down and slowly back out of the room. When you return later, chances are the food will be gone. Bridezillas prefer to feed in private.

You must remember Bridezillas need to get proper rest; spending days and weeks planning, inviting, and charging on your credit card can be tiresome. You may think offering to help in these tasks would result in joy from your Bridezilla, but no. You could never fully understand the mental toll placed upon them after a day of picking out the color of seventy-five dollar table clothes. So, keep your Bridezilla rested. Rub her back and rub her feet. The Lord knows spending money is a whole lot more tiresome than earning money. Don’t expect much in return because, most likely it will be just another credit card bill.

The day of the wedding will fast be approaching and her fuse will quickly become shorter. The smallest most insignificant thing may ignite a nuclear melt-down. During these critical weeks and days your Bridezilla must never, ever, ever be wrong; if she is truly proven wrong the universe may undo itself eliminating existence as we know it. Do your part, swallow your pride; swallow everybody’s pride for them. You don’t have a choice; you’re going to share a bed with the creature.

There are literally thousands of Bridezillas out there, so watch your step. Be polite to any woman that you see carrying a large diamond on her finger; because, you just don’t know when or if they are going to snap an attack. Don’t feel like less of a person because someone walked all over you; think of it as you did the rest of the world a favor by keeping the beast happy and not unleashing its horror upon the world. At least for the time being, the wrath of a Bridezilla will be quelled for another day.