Got a message from one of my old best friends, saying that she might be getting engaged soon. She's a wonderful girl, stuck by me throughout catholic school, we drifted a bit after that but she's always come to me with personal stuff and I've always felt like I could still trust her. I told her I was trans about a year ago, and she was absolutely okay with it (while it hasn't really come up because we nearly never talk).
So yesterday she messaged me to tell me she's been with a guy for over two years now, thinks he might be 'the one' (I'm hoping she's matured a bit, because she has a long history of dating jackasses and if she marries one, I swear I'm going to strangle him). And, as might be expected, she invited me to the wedding. Said she'd love for me to be a bridesmaid, but completely understood if I couldn't handle that (I, obviously, told her "no" to that and she was fine).
So everything looks fine, really. She knows I'm trans, knows I'd probably be bringing at least one of my partners, and has always called me Nick. I'm just...ugh.
People, man. I've gotten so incredibly antisocial that just going to the grocery store during the day freaks me out. Not to mention I have no money for a suit, and if its not in town I wouldn't even be able to go (zero transportation).
Its not something I'm freaking out over night and day, its just definitely kind of...there. Niggling away, scratching at the back of my mind. I'd love to go and see her get married, it'd mean the world to her and despite the fact that we barely talk anymore she's always been like a sister to me. I just...don't wanna screw it up. I really don't want to screw it up.