We're back from honeymoon and I'm gutted. I feel really sad and low. It was such a great day and we're not going to be able to do it again. I look at my dress and I'm sad that I wont wear it again. I'll never feel that special again. I'm not a bride. We're not honeymooners. We're just another married couple.
We've opened our cards and presents. We've unpacked the souvenirs from honeymoon. There are boxes of stuff from the wedding lying around taunting me with their weddingness. My bouquet is twinkling at me but will not be carried again. My sparkly, lovely veil will be packed away unless I'm lucky enough to ever have a daughter who will wear it (It's unlikely that we'll be able to have children so this is a bit of long shot, and even if we did, would she really want an old veil). Our champagne flutes will be in the back of a cupboard.
So, a whole year of planning, over in the blink of an eye. What now?
People say to concentrate on being married but...it's not changed anything. I'm still me, husband is still husband and having a bit of paper has just given us some extra security and the same last name. It's not sprinkled magic fairy dust on things. I'll still be messy and grumpy and husband will still spend too much time on football manager.
And the bitching has started already. My brother giving my dad a hard time thinking he paid for the wedding (he didn't, we did). My brother in law making bitchy comments about my parents buying us a bigger house. When you've worked hard to pay for things and save, and trust me, save we did - our wedding was paid for by us alone, no loans, no credit card balance - it really grates that nobody believes we did it.
I'll just have to focus on getting our house decorated. At least that's a new project.
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
The horror of wedding photos
We've seen some wedding photos now. Some professional ones and some on facebook. And ouch. I knew. I really did. I'm not traditionally beautiful, or pretty or even attractive. The best I can hope for in good lighting and the right angle and decent makeup is distinctly average. The word homely has been applied. That hurts but probably true. I've been compared to Princess Beatrice. Sadly, I see the resemblance. So I wasn't expecting thin and pretty. I wasn't looking for supermodel. I'm awkward and gangly and clumsy and I knew it would show.
So I knew the photos weren't going to do anything magical. The posed shots are ok, from a distance. Sadly our photographer was short and the day was windy so I look messy. There were shots taken during other moments. My arms look like hams and you can see the scars. They seemed to catch me just about to laugh or finishing a laugh so I look...special. And fat.
I am so not photogenic.
Everyone else seems to like them, and the photographer was really good and the shots I'm not in are lovely.
Was it too much to ask for one photo where I don't look like a window licker?
Sob. Sob. Sob.
So I knew the photos weren't going to do anything magical. The posed shots are ok, from a distance. Sadly our photographer was short and the day was windy so I look messy. There were shots taken during other moments. My arms look like hams and you can see the scars. They seemed to catch me just about to laugh or finishing a laugh so I look...special. And fat.
I am so not photogenic.
Everyone else seems to like them, and the photographer was really good and the shots I'm not in are lovely.
Was it too much to ask for one photo where I don't look like a window licker?
Sob. Sob. Sob.
honeymoon
It seemed like such a good idea at the time. Get married on the Sunday and go straight to honeymoon from our hotel. It made sense. The hotel was near the airport. Didn't think about the added stress of packing for the honeymoon before the wedding, organising money, travel insurance and so on, on top of the wedding planning. Getting everything to the hotel. Organising someone to pick up everything from the hotel. Getting the kilts back to the hire shop. Getting my dress home. Not getting any of the yummy cupcakes. Not having the time to appeciate the amazing suite in the hotel (2 showers - one with side jets), upstairs TV room,massive bath with a tv on the bathroom wall. Having to leave so early in the morning that we didn't have time for a proper breakfast.
Then there was the choice of honeymoon destination. We went to Krakow. People reacted strangely to this. Surely we should have been on a beach somewhere, not visiting Auschwitz-Birkenau. Well, maybe, it wasn't honeymooney but it's what we wanted to do and we both loved Krakow. The weather was great, the food and drink was so cheap, and we spent a week together.
And now we're back....
Bah.
Then there was the choice of honeymoon destination. We went to Krakow. People reacted strangely to this. Surely we should have been on a beach somewhere, not visiting Auschwitz-Birkenau. Well, maybe, it wasn't honeymooney but it's what we wanted to do and we both loved Krakow. The weather was great, the food and drink was so cheap, and we spent a week together.
And now we're back....
Bah.
The big day finally arrives
So, at 9.30pm the day before the wedding, future Mr Mental bride,
looking very pale, finally left Bride House and headed off to his
parents house, grumbling about being kicked out of his house and leaving
a very nervous and alone mental bride alone with a lighter, a length of
ribbon, a craft knife and some diamantes. No, I wasn't trying to set
fire to things or hang myself from a light fitting with a length of
burgundy ribbon. I was changing the sash on my junior bridesmaid's
dresses from ivory to burgundy and I was singeing the end of the ribbons
so they didn't fray. Then I used the craft knife and diamante stickies
to jazz up their shoes.
Eventually, I went to bed, setting my alarm for 6am the next day. I drifted off to sleep, trying not to look at the veil hanging up, only to be shocked out of my lovely deep sleep at 11pm by some drunk people outside heading out. Of course I couldn't get back to sleep for ages, but eventually, at around 2am I did sleep, only to be woken up by the same drunk people coming home at 3.30am. So I lay there, listening to them doing something that sounded like throwing empties at wheely bins and getting more and more cross. Didn't they know that a bride was trying to get some beauty sleep? I had to look beautiful the next day dammit!!! Eventaully, the annoying drunks passed out or went home and I drifted back to sleep...
...only to wake at 6.50!! My alarm hadn't gone off. Total disaster. My hairdresser was coming at 7.45 and I hadn't done my clay wrap or anything else. I did the clay wrap but was still wrapped in bandages when the hairdresser turned up. At least she got a good laugh. Then everyone else started to show up. I was the most calm, running around in my dressing gown making bacon rolls and finding stuff and trying to keep peace between my bridesmaids.
To explain...I had asked 4 bridesmaids. My maid of honour was my niece. She's almost 3 years older and my parents had helped bring her up so she's more like a sister. Her 2 daughters were the junior bridesmaids and I'd asked H2Bs cousin to be my other bridesmaid. They're quite close and he was really happy. Only, she was a bit of a diva to be honest. She insisted on using her own hairdresser. She wore different shoes (to be fair she had an ingrowing toenail and wanted to hide it and did ask but it didn't endear her to my other bridesmaids who thought she was stuckup), she insisted on changing at night and she wouldn't get ready with us. So, there was a certain amount of schadenfreude when she phoned in tears because her hairdresser hadn't showed. My hairdresser was fully booked so that wasn't an option. So she came over, did my makeup and insisted on going home to get changed, which meant she wasn't here when the cars arrived.
I remained calm until after my hair was done and my MOH had zipped me into my dress. Then I saw it and it was all real. And the cars came!! Oh my god!! It was actually happening!!! Eeeeek.
Eventually, with everyone present and correct we got into the cars. My mum and my bridesmaids into the Daimler limo and me and my dad into the 1932 Daimler. My dad was so proud!! We arrived at the venue and then suddenly that was it.
The ceremony went by quickly. I nearly cried walking down the aisle with my dad, but at the last moment, got the giggles instead., not helped when H2B fluffed his lines during the lawful impediment bit and said "I don't". Cue the registrar saying "I do. He does!", me hitting him and H2B correcting himself, while everyone else laughed.
Then the endless photos. It was so windy that my hair got wrecked, but our photographer was so patient. My face hurt so much by the end.
Then dinner (nommy but I couldn't fit much in my dress), speeches - my dad had left his at home so had to wing it, Husband's made my mum and nieces cry, and the best man who was really funny and eventually to the dancing. Our first dance was the longest 2 minutes of my life but the DJ played the wrong song for a fewe seconds. At my request - when Husband proposed he went to put on our first dance song and put on wonderwall instead - so the DJ replicated this. There was ceildih dancing and a disco, cupcakes, buffet food and everyone seemed to have fun. There were antics in the bushes (nobody has owned up) and a very drunk girl who went to one guy's room and then home with another. Everyone is making friends on facebook so I'm guessing it was a success.
And best of all, the chav, Jeremy Kyle family members didn't show up. My brother caused a bit of trouble when he called one of the other guests an orangutan (she's ginger), but he's generally a bit offensive when he's drunk. Husband's youngest brother was freaking people out by hugging randoms and stroking everyone's sporrans.
I can't believe it's over. It sounds so cliched but it just went by in a blur. I had an amazing time and hopefully everyone else did too. So worth the hassle and stress.
Days to the wedding: 0
Eventually, I went to bed, setting my alarm for 6am the next day. I drifted off to sleep, trying not to look at the veil hanging up, only to be shocked out of my lovely deep sleep at 11pm by some drunk people outside heading out. Of course I couldn't get back to sleep for ages, but eventually, at around 2am I did sleep, only to be woken up by the same drunk people coming home at 3.30am. So I lay there, listening to them doing something that sounded like throwing empties at wheely bins and getting more and more cross. Didn't they know that a bride was trying to get some beauty sleep? I had to look beautiful the next day dammit!!! Eventaully, the annoying drunks passed out or went home and I drifted back to sleep...
...only to wake at 6.50!! My alarm hadn't gone off. Total disaster. My hairdresser was coming at 7.45 and I hadn't done my clay wrap or anything else. I did the clay wrap but was still wrapped in bandages when the hairdresser turned up. At least she got a good laugh. Then everyone else started to show up. I was the most calm, running around in my dressing gown making bacon rolls and finding stuff and trying to keep peace between my bridesmaids.
To explain...I had asked 4 bridesmaids. My maid of honour was my niece. She's almost 3 years older and my parents had helped bring her up so she's more like a sister. Her 2 daughters were the junior bridesmaids and I'd asked H2Bs cousin to be my other bridesmaid. They're quite close and he was really happy. Only, she was a bit of a diva to be honest. She insisted on using her own hairdresser. She wore different shoes (to be fair she had an ingrowing toenail and wanted to hide it and did ask but it didn't endear her to my other bridesmaids who thought she was stuckup), she insisted on changing at night and she wouldn't get ready with us. So, there was a certain amount of schadenfreude when she phoned in tears because her hairdresser hadn't showed. My hairdresser was fully booked so that wasn't an option. So she came over, did my makeup and insisted on going home to get changed, which meant she wasn't here when the cars arrived.
I remained calm until after my hair was done and my MOH had zipped me into my dress. Then I saw it and it was all real. And the cars came!! Oh my god!! It was actually happening!!! Eeeeek.
Eventually, with everyone present and correct we got into the cars. My mum and my bridesmaids into the Daimler limo and me and my dad into the 1932 Daimler. My dad was so proud!! We arrived at the venue and then suddenly that was it.
The ceremony went by quickly. I nearly cried walking down the aisle with my dad, but at the last moment, got the giggles instead., not helped when H2B fluffed his lines during the lawful impediment bit and said "I don't". Cue the registrar saying "I do. He does!", me hitting him and H2B correcting himself, while everyone else laughed.
Then the endless photos. It was so windy that my hair got wrecked, but our photographer was so patient. My face hurt so much by the end.
Then dinner (nommy but I couldn't fit much in my dress), speeches - my dad had left his at home so had to wing it, Husband's made my mum and nieces cry, and the best man who was really funny and eventually to the dancing. Our first dance was the longest 2 minutes of my life but the DJ played the wrong song for a fewe seconds. At my request - when Husband proposed he went to put on our first dance song and put on wonderwall instead - so the DJ replicated this. There was ceildih dancing and a disco, cupcakes, buffet food and everyone seemed to have fun. There were antics in the bushes (nobody has owned up) and a very drunk girl who went to one guy's room and then home with another. Everyone is making friends on facebook so I'm guessing it was a success.
And best of all, the chav, Jeremy Kyle family members didn't show up. My brother caused a bit of trouble when he called one of the other guests an orangutan (she's ginger), but he's generally a bit offensive when he's drunk. Husband's youngest brother was freaking people out by hugging randoms and stroking everyone's sporrans.
I can't believe it's over. It sounds so cliched but it just went by in a blur. I had an amazing time and hopefully everyone else did too. So worth the hassle and stress.
Days to the wedding: 0
the bit where I go slightly mental
I'm not going to waste time blogging on my hen night. Up until the end it was fun, then my niece got punched by some middle aged bloke and her sister got arrested for being upset. I actually am struggling to get my head around that, but I don't think my thoughts would make good reading. Unless you want a page of how rubbish the police were on this occasion and for fuck's sake how hard is it to take a statement. And breathe....
Anyway, it's 13 days to the big event and I cant wait...until the fucking thing is over.
At the moment, I'm up to my neck in organza ribbon which at a stupid moment, I decided I had to wrap around the green stems of the wooden rose centrepieces. I have no skin on my thumb because I keep supergluing it to the ribbon. I still have to sew the ribbons onto my ballet shoes for the evening. We've not done our table plan, my MOH has split up from her partner, was going to bring him anyway and then they fell out and she's bringing someone else. Which would have been good 2 weeks ago before we got his painted wine glass commissioned.
H2B is all nervous and hasn't eaten dinner for 2 weeks. He does the stressed not eating thing and I'm jealous because I want to eat. I can't though because of my stupid dress. Following an attack of shin splints and a dodgy back, I spent last week in pain and unable to work out so I went along to my dress fitting on Saturday and it was not good
We went in on time and another bride was there. A very tiny bride wearing what looked like one of those toilet roll covers. Anyway, rather than accept that she was eating into our time, she had to try on her several pairs of shoes, 3 different tiaras, bracelets, necklaces and so on. Then she spent ages looking in the mirror and saying "they ordered me a size 6 dress and I think it should have been a 4. Do I need to gain weight?" Really? Just. Fuck. Off. So I sat there watching and listening to this, then had to get into my comparatively massive size 14 dress. Which they had to yank the zip up on. And then I couldn't breathe. Take your size 6, 4, or 2 dress and shove it up your arse. I think I wouldn't mind so much if she hadn't been so bloody high maintenance and annoying. So I'm worrying that the dress isn't going to do up at all.
Days til the wedding: unknown
Anyway, it's 13 days to the big event and I cant wait...until the fucking thing is over.
At the moment, I'm up to my neck in organza ribbon which at a stupid moment, I decided I had to wrap around the green stems of the wooden rose centrepieces. I have no skin on my thumb because I keep supergluing it to the ribbon. I still have to sew the ribbons onto my ballet shoes for the evening. We've not done our table plan, my MOH has split up from her partner, was going to bring him anyway and then they fell out and she's bringing someone else. Which would have been good 2 weeks ago before we got his painted wine glass commissioned.
H2B is all nervous and hasn't eaten dinner for 2 weeks. He does the stressed not eating thing and I'm jealous because I want to eat. I can't though because of my stupid dress. Following an attack of shin splints and a dodgy back, I spent last week in pain and unable to work out so I went along to my dress fitting on Saturday and it was not good
We went in on time and another bride was there. A very tiny bride wearing what looked like one of those toilet roll covers. Anyway, rather than accept that she was eating into our time, she had to try on her several pairs of shoes, 3 different tiaras, bracelets, necklaces and so on. Then she spent ages looking in the mirror and saying "they ordered me a size 6 dress and I think it should have been a 4. Do I need to gain weight?" Really? Just. Fuck. Off. So I sat there watching and listening to this, then had to get into my comparatively massive size 14 dress. Which they had to yank the zip up on. And then I couldn't breathe. Take your size 6, 4, or 2 dress and shove it up your arse. I think I wouldn't mind so much if she hadn't been so bloody high maintenance and annoying. So I'm worrying that the dress isn't going to do up at all.
Days til the wedding: unknown
Saturday, 13 August 2011
In which I hate people and my body
Sadly the situation with my brother didn't blow over. It got worse. His brat of a daughter got involved and it all blew up over facebook. I got very upset and resorted to kalms, my sister's children got involved to back me and future husband, future husband got angry that I had been upset and threatened to ban all my brother's kids and my brother from my wedding. Its blown over now, but I'm still angry with them all and secretly, I hope that they don't turn up.
Then we moved onto the hen night. Complete and total disaster. We originally decided to go to see the Ladyboys but hardly anyone could come. Then we rescheduled , but even less people could make it. I feel very let down by all of them but one in particular. I'm about to do one of my aimless histories followed by a rant. Feel free to skip, but it's good stuff.
This story involves 2 friends, M and H. M is a boy. He's Australian, lives just outside Melbourne and we've been friends for over 10 years. He's a great guy, not bad looking (if you like the bloke who played Shaggy in Scooby doo) and would make someone a lovely boyfriend. Note: Someone, not me. He's my mate and that's it. I've never kissed him, let alone done anything else. He's firmly in the friend category. Anyway, the Christmas before last, he came over to visit and I arranged for us to attend a ceilidh for Hogmanay. We got him into a kilt, and off we went with some friends including H, an old mate from uni, universally acknowledged to have been the best looking girl on our course. Since then she's stalked him on facebook. If he posts she'll reply immediately . She's holding a massive torch and as he's coming back over for the wedding she's pretty much soaking her knickers and planning to move to Australia to be with him. Yes. She is that mental. So how has this almost teenage style crush angered mental bride? Well, aside from a sort of proprietary jealousy on my part "How dare she? He's MY friend. She should find her own Australian", she's been, well, a total bitch.
She was invited to my doomed hen weeks ago.. She said she couldn't afford it. I figured fair enough, despite wondering why she's so skint when at 32, she's still living with her parents. I got a text from her a couple of days ago out of the blue, asking what we should do with M when he was over, which was odd as I hadn't heard from her in ages aside from a sniffy response to a facebook post I'd made about being upset about the family situation. I then invited her to my rearranged hen, in the city she lives in, whch was much cheaper. She couldn't make that either. Apparently she has rehearsals for a dance class. Later on that day she emailed me to tell me M was coming to Glasgow and she was going on the train with him to Mallaig and then over to Skye. I pointed out that she was too poor to pay £29 for my hen so how could she afford that? I got a sniffy one back saying that I'd only taken him to pubs. I responded that he'd visited at Christmas, I'd taken him home for a family Christmas, but there was too much snow to go anywhere and he said he wanted to do what I'd normally do, which is go to the pub. We've not spoken since. I'm very angry with her, and feel like she's just been using me to get closer to him. And for what? So she can scare him off by doing whatever it is that makes men run away after a couple of weeks.
I'd promised her I'd sit her beside him at the meal. Now that she's annoyed me, she can join my brother-in-law and brother at the horrible people table and M can sit with future husbands two very gorgeous single friends.
In other grumpy news, I had my fitting today. It's not great. My dress needs few alterations - only £20 worth and that's to put something on it to bustle the train and attach the straps. The bad news is that even after spending almost a year dieting, going to the gym and generally busting my butt trying to get slim, the fit is the same as when I picked it up in the first place. And I swear I saw back cleavage!!! Sob sob.
Days to the wedding: 29 (to lose back fat!!)
Level of madness: Epic. I keep crying!
Sunday, 31 July 2011
Meltdown
Yesterday, I was meeting a friend for lunch in town. On the way there, I walked past a hotel. In the doorway were one or two very well dressed wedding guests and outside, a piper. I got a shiver up my spine and my first flash of wedding nerves as I realised that in 6 weeks, that would be us.
Sadly, due to the complete fuckwits that I have the misfortune to share a blood link with, I've been unable to enjoy it.
It started with a "regrets" from a friend. I needed to find someone to replace her (we pay for 75 whether they're there or not). I made what in hindsight is the biggest mistake ever, and asked my mum if she thought it would be a good idea to invite my aunts daughter as her plus one. Since my aunt's husband left her for another woman 15 years ago she has rapidly become a proper, proper mental who spends her days running around after a very spoiled and highly strung dog. Anyway, at the last family party, I attempted to engage her in conversation. I'm pretty chatty, but even I gave up after a very painful 2 minutes, so I thought it would be helpful to invite someone she could talk to. But even that wasn't simple. She has a 13 year old son. I enquired whether perhaps the 13 year old could stay at his dad's or with a friend. Apparently he can't leave his mother's side so, as there had been another person unable to come, I (reluctantly) conceeded that he could come. My mother conveyed this to my aunt. Who then said " well, she has a boyfriend now...". No!! No! No! No! No! He's not coming too. If I conceed on that I'll end up having to invite his granny's hamster. .Since I said no, they've been distinctly unclear on whether any of them are bloody coming. Just say yes or no for fuck's sake. I don't really want either of you there so if you don't come I wont cry over it.
Then my brother decided that I clearly wasn't stressed enough. He has 5 kids. All of them are Jeremy Kyle fodder but the youngest, phew. He was the result of a short-lived failed marriage and my brother didn't see him until he was 15. He's 16 or 17 now. I've seen him once for about 5 minutes since he was a baby. That being the case, I considered an evening invitation the best compromise (and I didn't even want to do that - this kid spent time in Young Offenders for his fire starting and thieving ways- he even set fire to my brother's house - his partner hates him). On Friday, I got a text from my brother informing me that A. (his son) had not got his invitation. I responded that that might be because the evening invites haven't gone out yet. They haven't even been made yet, but that's another issue for another post. He then asked why he was the only member of his family not to have been invited. I responded that a. I can't pick him out in a line-up, b. we're restricted for numbers and c. it costs £65 each for additional day guests and we can't afford it. A few whining texts later and he seemed to get it. I got on with my work.
A few hours later, I got another text saying that they weren't happy that A wasnt invited all day because they are a familly, and if I didn't pay for him to come, then none of them were coming. I got so angry. How dare he try to hold me to ransom like that. I didn't tell him who to invite to either of his weddings. I didn't throw a fit when I wasn't even invited to his son's wedding, and I've never brought up the fact that he hasn't even said thank you or sorry to me, for blowing my Highers, because I had to constantly babysit his other children and didn't have time to study. I did keep my cool though. I returned his text saying "Sorry you feel that way" and enquiring if that included him and his partner. He said he still wanted to come to see his wee sister get married. So errrm, not that much of a fucking family then. I wouldn't mind if they were close, but they're not. His partner can't stand A and wants nothing to do with him, all the kids moved out as soon as they turned 16, and I couldn't leave the invitations at his house, because they'd never get them.
I have no objections to them not coming. They're a bunch of chavs and I'm glad I don't have to worry about them turning my wedding into the Jeremy Kyle show. I have objections to the fit throwing, demands and tantrums over someone who is, essentially, a stranger to me.
How dare they try to tell me who to invite!!
Days to the wedding: 42 (or 6 weeks)
Level of madness: Relatively normal given the circumstances
Level of anger: volcanic. Do not cross me.
Sadly, due to the complete fuckwits that I have the misfortune to share a blood link with, I've been unable to enjoy it.
It started with a "regrets" from a friend. I needed to find someone to replace her (we pay for 75 whether they're there or not). I made what in hindsight is the biggest mistake ever, and asked my mum if she thought it would be a good idea to invite my aunts daughter as her plus one. Since my aunt's husband left her for another woman 15 years ago she has rapidly become a proper, proper mental who spends her days running around after a very spoiled and highly strung dog. Anyway, at the last family party, I attempted to engage her in conversation. I'm pretty chatty, but even I gave up after a very painful 2 minutes, so I thought it would be helpful to invite someone she could talk to. But even that wasn't simple. She has a 13 year old son. I enquired whether perhaps the 13 year old could stay at his dad's or with a friend. Apparently he can't leave his mother's side so, as there had been another person unable to come, I (reluctantly) conceeded that he could come. My mother conveyed this to my aunt. Who then said " well, she has a boyfriend now...". No!! No! No! No! No! He's not coming too. If I conceed on that I'll end up having to invite his granny's hamster. .Since I said no, they've been distinctly unclear on whether any of them are bloody coming. Just say yes or no for fuck's sake. I don't really want either of you there so if you don't come I wont cry over it.
Then my brother decided that I clearly wasn't stressed enough. He has 5 kids. All of them are Jeremy Kyle fodder but the youngest, phew. He was the result of a short-lived failed marriage and my brother didn't see him until he was 15. He's 16 or 17 now. I've seen him once for about 5 minutes since he was a baby. That being the case, I considered an evening invitation the best compromise (and I didn't even want to do that - this kid spent time in Young Offenders for his fire starting and thieving ways- he even set fire to my brother's house - his partner hates him). On Friday, I got a text from my brother informing me that A. (his son) had not got his invitation. I responded that that might be because the evening invites haven't gone out yet. They haven't even been made yet, but that's another issue for another post. He then asked why he was the only member of his family not to have been invited. I responded that a. I can't pick him out in a line-up, b. we're restricted for numbers and c. it costs £65 each for additional day guests and we can't afford it. A few whining texts later and he seemed to get it. I got on with my work.
A few hours later, I got another text saying that they weren't happy that A wasnt invited all day because they are a familly, and if I didn't pay for him to come, then none of them were coming. I got so angry. How dare he try to hold me to ransom like that. I didn't tell him who to invite to either of his weddings. I didn't throw a fit when I wasn't even invited to his son's wedding, and I've never brought up the fact that he hasn't even said thank you or sorry to me, for blowing my Highers, because I had to constantly babysit his other children and didn't have time to study. I did keep my cool though. I returned his text saying "Sorry you feel that way" and enquiring if that included him and his partner. He said he still wanted to come to see his wee sister get married. So errrm, not that much of a fucking family then. I wouldn't mind if they were close, but they're not. His partner can't stand A and wants nothing to do with him, all the kids moved out as soon as they turned 16, and I couldn't leave the invitations at his house, because they'd never get them.
I have no objections to them not coming. They're a bunch of chavs and I'm glad I don't have to worry about them turning my wedding into the Jeremy Kyle show. I have objections to the fit throwing, demands and tantrums over someone who is, essentially, a stranger to me.
How dare they try to tell me who to invite!!
Days to the wedding: 42 (or 6 weeks)
Level of madness: Relatively normal given the circumstances
Level of anger: volcanic. Do not cross me.
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