Sunday: I wake to find the mother of the groom sleeping in my tent with me. Saturday: Go to the wedding stag and get drunk to deal with people offering condolences and hugs. Friday: It's my birthday. At the rehearsal dinner, I hide in the kitchen making jello shots to avoid people asking how I'm holding up. Some of them make me cry. Thursday: It's my anniversary. Uncomfortable dinner at Golden Corral with the soon to be ex. Wednesday: They pull the plug on the guy I love. Tuesday: I get a tooth pulled. Monday: My BFFWB has a massive aneurysm while getting ready for work. He was 48.