But since the ring’s been on Suzy’s finger, we’ve had squabbles over pew-end flowers, stand-offs about which friends should make the guest list and lost our cool over bunting (of all things). According to my girlfriend, I’m a “groomzilla” — the masculine version of the tyrannical, slightly psychopathic bride who rules every aspect of the wedding like a matrimonially obsessed Mussolini. And if I’m being totally honest, she has a point.