- 6 years ago
- Wedding: September 2011
FI and I went to the site of his proposal to me nearly a year ago today. My parents came into town last night and I still hadn’t seen them so I planned to visit with them separately after dinner. I say this, and FI insists that we’re near enough, let’s just go see them now for a quick hello and then go home where his sons are waiting. Well, of course it isn’t a quick enough hello, so we rush outta there and fly home. He’s upset in the car because he’s not spending enough time with his sons at the point in time they about to “lose” him. I understand his frustration, I just wish it wasn’t in terms of losing him.
We get home, he sees his youngest son making little weapons out of popsicle sticks, tries to tell this son not to take those weapons to school, his son rolls his eyes at him, and FI flips out trying to make his point about not getting in trouble at school anymore. He storms off, then comes back with, among other things, “I hate this wedding! I hate it! I hate that I can’t spend more time with you! I am killing myself doing things for you and everyone but me!”
It seems no matter what I do or say or how I plead, my FI is hellbent on sacrificing himself needlessly. I say, honey, we don’t need the ____, we’re fine without it, please don’t stay up until 4am doing this. Well, here he goes, 150% after what we’re fine without. While I appreciate his ambition, it is tearing him and all of us apart. He just won’t listen. Manic behavior, thank you for joining us tonight. Way to commemorate our 1-year of engagement.
He has his bachelor party tomorrow night and in a way, I’m frickin’ glad. I’m going to disappear, he can be with his friends who can cheer him up about this wedding he hates so much.
I just want to escape this house and am so sad this is what I’m signing up for in a matter of days.
Frickin’ life, huh?