the engagement party
all I wanted was for my fiance to be my moral support at what my mom's friends were trying to call a bridal shower.
"in today's modern times" men are being invited to bridal showers. I understand them laughing and saying, "yeah right," because that's my thought on bridal showers. I hate girly games and giggling. I just don't do it. (please refer to my previous post about being a feminist, etc.) so I figured having men there would preclude the women from doing that. I did everything I could to change things around so he would want to go. apparently there's themes at these things that determine what types of gifts are given from your registry. good to know. my fiance loves to cook, so I asked that it be "kitchen" themed. I thought I wasn't supposed to make any decisions about this, but if I can work it to my advantage, fine. I also asked that it be around cocktail time, because my man loves to drink!
he still refused to go. and for the exact same reasons why I told him I didn't want to go. the only difference was that I didn't have a choice.
my dad then called me to say that he wasn't going either, and if WH wanted to come up he and my dad could go do "something fun" while the girls talked and giggled. thanks a lot, dad!
I was hoping my best friend would redeem herself and be there for me. she said that she was trying to go, which means a lot because she really dislikes my mom. her words, not mine. she didn't want to have spend so much time around my mother, and she really hates my mother's friends, blahblahblah. ok, great. this is fan-fucking-tastic.
a week later she calls and says she can't go because of bullshit that there's no one to watch her kids. her husband works on saturday and she doesn't want to keep them out of school (huh?). nevermind that this is all happening where she and I grew up and where her parents and mother-in-law STILL LIVE. apparently they were both out of town that weekend. I just let it go and said fine, don't worry about it, since that's better than calling her a bitch and a liar.
another week later and she calls again. at this point I'm forcing myself to answer her calls and respond to her emails, and it only works about a quarter of the time. so this call is to tell me that she hopes I have fun at the party, and she's SO glad she's not going because "that's just a situation [she] shouldn't be in." maybe God doesn't love me as much as I thought...
at this point my life revolves around me crying, not sleeping, and not speaking to anyone except for WH's ex who's my new best friend who has kept me sane this entire time. WH understood that I was about to lose it and cancel the wedding and never see him again, so he begrudgingly said he'd go, all the while enumerating why he didn't want to (he's uncomfortable getting gifts. bullshit, I've seen him go crazy on the registry and try to add more to supplement what people have already bought us. I've had to cut him off.), but that he'd go anyway.
for whatever reason, peoples' schedules and whatnot, the party was on a sunday. WH refused to miss any work at a job he hates with a passion and has been subsequently fired from for being mentally absent, so he flew in friday after work and left on the last flight in sunday, which took off at 7:45pm. the party, since it was a cocktail party (for him), started at 6pm. he was there for half an hour and literally ran out without saying goodbye, even to me. but since God still wanted to show that he loves me, one of my friends from elementary school, whom I haven't seen since high school, was there and spent the entire night by my side. she's a beautiful, wonderful, amazing woman.
I apologized to everyone for WH not really being there and not saying goodbye, and thanked them all for a wonderful evening.
"in today's modern times" men are being invited to bridal showers. I understand them laughing and saying, "yeah right," because that's my thought on bridal showers. I hate girly games and giggling. I just don't do it. (please refer to my previous post about being a feminist, etc.) so I figured having men there would preclude the women from doing that. I did everything I could to change things around so he would want to go. apparently there's themes at these things that determine what types of gifts are given from your registry. good to know. my fiance loves to cook, so I asked that it be "kitchen" themed. I thought I wasn't supposed to make any decisions about this, but if I can work it to my advantage, fine. I also asked that it be around cocktail time, because my man loves to drink!
he still refused to go. and for the exact same reasons why I told him I didn't want to go. the only difference was that I didn't have a choice.
my dad then called me to say that he wasn't going either, and if WH wanted to come up he and my dad could go do "something fun" while the girls talked and giggled. thanks a lot, dad!
I was hoping my best friend would redeem herself and be there for me. she said that she was trying to go, which means a lot because she really dislikes my mom. her words, not mine. she didn't want to have spend so much time around my mother, and she really hates my mother's friends, blahblahblah. ok, great. this is fan-fucking-tastic.
a week later she calls and says she can't go because of bullshit that there's no one to watch her kids. her husband works on saturday and she doesn't want to keep them out of school (huh?). nevermind that this is all happening where she and I grew up and where her parents and mother-in-law STILL LIVE. apparently they were both out of town that weekend. I just let it go and said fine, don't worry about it, since that's better than calling her a bitch and a liar.
another week later and she calls again. at this point I'm forcing myself to answer her calls and respond to her emails, and it only works about a quarter of the time. so this call is to tell me that she hopes I have fun at the party, and she's SO glad she's not going because "that's just a situation [she] shouldn't be in." maybe God doesn't love me as much as I thought...
at this point my life revolves around me crying, not sleeping, and not speaking to anyone except for WH's ex who's my new best friend who has kept me sane this entire time. WH understood that I was about to lose it and cancel the wedding and never see him again, so he begrudgingly said he'd go, all the while enumerating why he didn't want to (he's uncomfortable getting gifts. bullshit, I've seen him go crazy on the registry and try to add more to supplement what people have already bought us. I've had to cut him off.), but that he'd go anyway.
for whatever reason, peoples' schedules and whatnot, the party was on a sunday. WH refused to miss any work at a job he hates with a passion and has been subsequently fired from for being mentally absent, so he flew in friday after work and left on the last flight in sunday, which took off at 7:45pm. the party, since it was a cocktail party (for him), started at 6pm. he was there for half an hour and literally ran out without saying goodbye, even to me. but since God still wanted to show that he loves me, one of my friends from elementary school, whom I haven't seen since high school, was there and spent the entire night by my side. she's a beautiful, wonderful, amazing woman.
I apologized to everyone for WH not really being there and not saying goodbye, and thanked them all for a wonderful evening.
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