“This had better be gone by the wedding,” she said
of the thorn bush, the food truck, the zit on her face
and much more, all the things she believed would get
in the way of her perfect day.
She said it so often that one lost sight of her meaning,
could no longer pinpoint her object of wrath, until
the day arrived and the flowers, the guests, the groom were
blessedly gone.
The 365 Poetry Project 
Sounds so sad, but by acting that way, it pushes even the closest people to leave. You capture that very well. Sometimes, we don’t know what we had until it’s gone, and I think that can apply here too. Brilliantly written!