Okay…well I apologise for the mistakes that surely has been made. First of all my language – it's because I'm Swedish (no, not everyone are as bad as me) and second of all, the story in itself. I don't really remember how the second book ends because I keep mix it up with the movie. And also I can't seem to remember exactly what happens on the whole, but I hope you'll enjoy it because I Loooove Bridget and had some fun writing this.

I do not own the story.

Chapter 1 – being Bridget

Wednesday 7 February

weight probably more than ever but who cares! calories too much to count, cigarettes 2 (v.g) alcohol units 0 (exceptional! becoming sober woman with career and husband.) Approaching weddings one! (wouldn't want more – I'm not that kind of a Christian…actually I don't know what kind of a Christian I am…anyways - it's the perfect number really.)

Oh, joy! Not only have I left stadium of tragic spinster, but I am girlfriend to top barrester with a great amount of hair. As if that wouldn't be enough, I am also his bride-to-be!

Nothing can ruin this. We will have the most wonderful wedding ever and I will look spectacular in my high-fashion dress with slimming effect and… right, tiny problem. Apparently it's not only when you're alone and unhappy that you take to many chocolate bars. When you have a proper relationship, (and not only a Cleaver one that's based on sex and distrust,) it seems as if you do other things than sleep together. We have dinner almost every night and of course he just have to tell me how little I eat, and insist on me taking another portion. And, I mean, If that what he wants then who am I to argue? Unfortunately, it becomes fat even though I exercise every night. So my high-fashion dress with slimming effect might not fit anymore. Have to go down there tomorrow after work and check. How embarrassing can it be? They have to see lots of brides bigger than me…right?

Thursday 8 February

weight too much to fit into wedding dress, calories 2856 (have to console myself with something) cigarettes 6,alcohol units 6 (modest really considering day from hell) approaching wedding still one. dress to wear during wedding 0.

God… the shop assistant was worse than my mum – and that's saying a lot. Because of mans quality of always hoping and to sometimes overestimate herself even I did today. Stupid dress wouldn't zip, ended up with me on the floor and assistant underneath. She didn't even get hurt and the frigid cow had the stomach to ask;

"Ever thought about dieting?"

Trying to come up with something smart to say back I found minimal tear on dress. Weighed between quickly get out of it so that she wouldn't notice until I was gone, (of course that would also include her seeing me in giant panties and fat legs, and I was already ashamed) or stand there with all the dignity I could procure until she left me to undress (however that would also mean there's a chance she would notice the tear). Luckily I didn't have to decide because she found the tear, tugged the dress of me, stared at my fat legs and gigantic panties and forbid me ever to come back to the store. As if I would have anyway…

Friday 9 February

Weight still too much, calories 2000 (it's a start) cigarettes 23 (v.g) alcohol units 3 (but only out of solidarity) boyfriend still one

Stupid boss had me do interview with second cow in two days - some fitness guru with awful lycra tights. All she talked about was how important it is to have a good health and to eat right. As if there's anybody who's not aware of that! The problem is to actually do it. Can they tell us how to do that instead? As she talked she looked at me as if she knew I didn't fit into my wedding dress. Oh stop it Bridge! There's no way she could have known I'm not one of the healthiest persons in England. Unless someone told her… Crap, I'm getting paranoid on top of all. Was getting so nervous I asked her if I could light a ciggie.

"Do you think that's very wise honey?" Oh God, she was actually patronising me! Have to think of something clever to say.

"Eh. No…Of course not. Just kidding." Crap.

That's it! Won't take more shit from anyone. Have a boyfriend who loves me just as I am and he just can't wait to see me tonight. Right. Wonder why he hasn't called yet… Ooh, the phone rings, I'm sure it's him.

"Hey you, what took you so long?" I said in my most seductive voice.

"Oh, don't be silly you never wait for my calls." It was mum. Sigh.

"Mum…I thought it was Marc."

"Sure you did, anyway, when will I get to see the dress? You know I have to see it. No offence darling, but you don't have any taste when it comes to these things." Another sigh.

"The dress I had decided for kind of… well… it got torn. I have to get a new one." I said, hoping she wouldn't realise I was the one who did it. You can always count on my mum having faith in her daughter.

"How did you manage to tear a wedding dress so badly?"

"Doesn't matter. The point is I have to get a new one." I saw my chance to make her forget my little mistake the other day – "Maybe you could come and help me find it?" It was a lot harder to say than I thought.

"Wonderful! I'll see you Monday at five outside a bride's best friend then."

"Eh…maybe we could go to that new shop in the city instead? I heard they have a lot of nice dresses to reasonable prices." Silence.

"So you're not welcome to a bride's best friend anymore?Well, alright. I always wanted to see that new shop anyway. See you then. Kiss." That was actually quite nice to come from my mum. She probably had something on the stove so that she hadn't got time to make me feel bad. Anyway now…why hasn't Marc called yet? I think I'll call him.

"Hello Bridget, I was just about to call you." He answered in that loveable voice of his.

"Oh, okay. So are you coming soon or what? I'm starving."

"Yes, tell you what. You eat something then. I'm actually at the office with some papers that needs to be done before weekend, and I'm not really sure how long it'll take."

"But you'll be here later, right?"

"Ehm, don't you think it's unnecessary really? I mean you'll probably be asleep anyway and I don't want to wake you. I'll just come over tomorrow instead and make up for it alright?"

"Sure, no problem." I said in a false indifference.

"Great. I love you, you know that?"

"Yes, love you to."

"Bye then." Followed by that horrible signal that says He doesn't want to talk to you anymore! We're not even married yet and he already avoids me. Now, really, I'm just being stupid.Sure he had to work. He is a successful barrister.

But I wanted him to wake me up. I really needed his arms around me tonight. Oh Fuck. Can't be alone now if I want to fit into my next dress – I'll call Jude.

"Hi, Bridge." Something was wrong.

"Is it Richard?"

"Yes…He…I think he's having an affair!" Her voice broke down. I went there immediately.

01: 54. Men are assholes. Have been with Jude all evening for comfort. She was drinking – a lot. So I understood I had to take at least some, I mean you can't be unsensitive in times like these. Poor Jude, Richard is such an idiot! I know you should never jump to conclusions, but this time it seems as if he really does have an affair. Maybe Marc has one to. NO! shouldn't think about things like that. Must sleep.

02:30. Maybe some chocolate would do me good. Yes. What better substitute till sex is there, than a bit of heavenly chocolate full of sugar that just melts in your mouth. Actually, I would never tell Marc, but sometimes – it's better!

03:26. Shouldn't have eaten that last bit, will never fit into dress. This never happens after sex. Boy I would need that fitness guru here at these times. I'm sure I would never eat as long as she's looking. But looking at it from the bright side; Marc is probably having an affair with Rebecca-like girl and then I don't have to get married! So, I don't have to fit into dress. Can eat chocolate till I die fat and alone, to eventually be found half eaten by Alsatian dogs. Yes, great plan.

God, I miss him.