Confessions of a divorced wedding blogger 💔

Working in weddings after your marriage abruptly ends

Photobooth pics from a wedding expo I produced, taken the week I was filing for divorce.

Back in 2015, I was nine years into my career as a wedding blogger, and 18 years into my partnership. Most of my days were spent managing the staff of my bootstrapped media company, doing stuff like reviewing wedding editorial content, navigating sponsorship deals, making sure the web server wasn’t melting, moderating comments, marketing content across six different social media properties, and then walking home from the coworking space have dinner with my kindergartener and his father.

My marriage very abruptly ended that fall. As a newly-single mother, I needed to keep paying my bills, which meant I needed to keep doing my job, and my job was publishing a wedding blog. That meant looking at wedding pictures all day and reviewing posts about how to DIY wedding centerpieces. That meant co-producing 500-person alternative wedding expos. That meant answering questions from journalists about my own wedding, while going through the process of dissolving the marriage.

Admittedly, for the first couple of months, I was stuck between catatonic shock and hallucinogenic grief and couldn’t do much of anything. My staff covered most day-to-day tasks and only bothered me with mission-critical questions.