- Mrs. Dee to Bee
- 8 years ago
- Wedding: January 2010
Generally, I love my family. However, nothing brings people’s issues out of the woodwork quite like a wedding does. My oldest sister is reading scripture and a prayer for our ceremony. Although she’s not a bridesmaid, I have made EVERY effort to include her on anything bridesmaid-y. In preparation for our rehearsal dinner with two divorced parents who can’t stand being in the same room with each other and a super passive-agressive FMIL, FI and I made a seating chart. We placed FFIL at one table with my parents, and my MOH (other sister). At FMIL’s table, we seated the BM (as per FMIL’s request), our pastor, and my troublesome sister. Then, as to not show favorites, my FI and I are seated at a separate table from either of his parents with our college friends that we haven’t seen in a few years.
I was going over the seating chart with troublesome sister, preparing her, because I know if I had just sprung this on her, then she would have pitched a hissy-fit (she’s 31…do we understand why she isn’t a bridesmaid?). When I told her that we had her seated with FMIL because FMIL told us how much she likes my sister, sister replied, “Well, I’ll have to think about this.”
Fine. Totally respectable. I told her she had 16 days to think about it and get back to me. ME. Not go bitch about it to my mom. Tada! The nest day my mom calls, demanding to know why we have to have a seating chart and why Sister has to sit with FMIL. I explained the situation and how upset I was that sister did not talk to me about her problems, but instead ran to mom to fix it. Mom understood why I put sister there, but keeps trying to get my sister moved to another table. Why can’t my sister just put up with it for an hour and a half? OMG! It’s not that big of a deal! There are other people at that table that my sister knows and likes. Besides, she’s not hosting the RD! UGH!
She also made a stink about my bridal luncheon, which at this point, I just want to call her and say, “Look, if you can’t put on your big girl panties for ONE WEEKEND, then just don’t come, k?”
It’s weird. I love my sister, I really do. But this happens all the time! Everytime something doesn’t go her way, she pitches a fit and my mom fixes it and I feel like this is like the ONE time that it’s my turn. I have no idea how to deal with this. I’ve given myself a week of not saying anything to her because I know if I say something now, it will have HUGE ramifications. 🙁