Never ever get married....
... if you have a family like my mom does. ARGH! It isn't worth the stress and anger. Aren't weddings supposed to be happy things? Aren't family members supposed to act happy for you? Aren't they supposed to stop treating you like a fucking 12 year old and trust you to make your own god damn decisions? Am I angry and bitter? No, of course not. Let me give you some wonderful examples of how they are pissing me off:
1. I go to show my grandma my wedding dress on Monday. It was the sample, not the actual one, but still. Her comment? "It's pretty but I wish it had more on the top." What the fuck? I won't go into great detail about the dress cuz my fiance stops by the site once and a while, but I'll say that more on top? What? I don't understand you and your freaky deeky Dutch. Dammit.
2. Ok. I'm from Wisconsin. Lived here my whole life. In four days, I'm moving to Minnesota permentantly. My wonderful Chad is there. Wonderful jobs are there. Living there means the wedding is going to be there. We will be living there and it will be a hell of a lot easier to plan the wedding. This was an issue, but doesn't seem to be one as much anymore. They could return to it. Who knows. My mom did say that none of my father's family was going to come. Bullshit. They all went to my cousin's wedding in Hudson, WI.. a whole 45 minutes away from the Twin Cities area where we live. I've talked to them. They're coming.
3. The church issue. This one probably won't be settled until some time after the wedding and maybe not even then. Fuck 'em. My family is very Catholic. I'm not. Chad's not. Our wedding. See where I am going with this? Monday, as my grandmother is bringing me back to my mom's, we drive past the new St. Matt's church. She was going on and on and on about how beautiful it is. She's saying this to someone who has seen the Catherdrals at Strasbourg, Reims, Chartres and Notre Dame in Paris. I highly doubt this modern church meets my views of beautiful. So I just shrugged at her comment. I haven't seen the new church because I don't go to church. So she says, in response to my shrug "Why are you so anti-church?" I tell her it's my opinion. She tells me "If you were with someone who went to church, I bet you would go too." Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say? Lucky for her she was driving and I don't particularly like to hit drivers. One more comment like that about Chad and I swear... grrrrrrrrr.
4. Later on monday, my brother, Josh, informs me that my uncle is going to lecture me when he gets up here for my graduation. He can lecture me all the fuck he wants about supposedly getting married too early and wanting to have a family too early. This is coming from a man who has never married and does not have kids. If he thinks for one moment that I am just going to sit there and take his shit, he has another thing coming. That side of the family has to learn to stop fucking with me and learn to let me grow up. I'm 22 and they treat me like I'm 12 and don't know what I'm doing..ever. People who never got beyond high school telling a soon to be college grad that she's dumb. Lovely.
There... done for now. Feel free to email me.
... if you have a family like my mom does. ARGH! It isn't worth the stress and anger. Aren't weddings supposed to be happy things? Aren't family members supposed to act happy for you? Aren't they supposed to stop treating you like a fucking 12 year old and trust you to make your own god damn decisions? Am I angry and bitter? No, of course not. Let me give you some wonderful examples of how they are pissing me off:
1. I go to show my grandma my wedding dress on Monday. It was the sample, not the actual one, but still. Her comment? "It's pretty but I wish it had more on the top." What the fuck? I won't go into great detail about the dress cuz my fiance stops by the site once and a while, but I'll say that more on top? What? I don't understand you and your freaky deeky Dutch. Dammit.
2. Ok. I'm from Wisconsin. Lived here my whole life. In four days, I'm moving to Minnesota permentantly. My wonderful Chad is there. Wonderful jobs are there. Living there means the wedding is going to be there. We will be living there and it will be a hell of a lot easier to plan the wedding. This was an issue, but doesn't seem to be one as much anymore. They could return to it. Who knows. My mom did say that none of my father's family was going to come. Bullshit. They all went to my cousin's wedding in Hudson, WI.. a whole 45 minutes away from the Twin Cities area where we live. I've talked to them. They're coming.
3. The church issue. This one probably won't be settled until some time after the wedding and maybe not even then. Fuck 'em. My family is very Catholic. I'm not. Chad's not. Our wedding. See where I am going with this? Monday, as my grandmother is bringing me back to my mom's, we drive past the new St. Matt's church. She was going on and on and on about how beautiful it is. She's saying this to someone who has seen the Catherdrals at Strasbourg, Reims, Chartres and Notre Dame in Paris. I highly doubt this modern church meets my views of beautiful. So I just shrugged at her comment. I haven't seen the new church because I don't go to church. So she says, in response to my shrug "Why are you so anti-church?" I tell her it's my opinion. She tells me "If you were with someone who went to church, I bet you would go too." Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say? Lucky for her she was driving and I don't particularly like to hit drivers. One more comment like that about Chad and I swear... grrrrrrrrr.
4. Later on monday, my brother, Josh, informs me that my uncle is going to lecture me when he gets up here for my graduation. He can lecture me all the fuck he wants about supposedly getting married too early and wanting to have a family too early. This is coming from a man who has never married and does not have kids. If he thinks for one moment that I am just going to sit there and take his shit, he has another thing coming. That side of the family has to learn to stop fucking with me and learn to let me grow up. I'm 22 and they treat me like I'm 12 and don't know what I'm doing..ever. People who never got beyond high school telling a soon to be college grad that she's dumb. Lovely.
There... done for now. Feel free to email me.
posted by Jennifer @ 9:02 PM
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