- 3 years ago
- Wedding: March 2014
Warning. Tons of cursing and judgement and me being a cunty mc cunterson.
SKIP THE BOLD PRINT IF YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT THE BACKSTORY.
Let’s call her Mary.
Background: Our parent’s met when we were 16. We were friends and lived in the same apartment complex and thought “Hey, let’s be sisters!”. We hooked our parents up and the rest is history. They have the perfect marriage and I couldn’t have asked for a better Step-Mother for me and a wife for my father.
Soon after they started dating, Mary and I stopped being friends. She got pregnant, and at the time, I did not believe in abortion. Her choice and the fact that we were quite opposite led to the dissolution of our friendship. We really never became close after that. In 2007 (she was 19), she got pregnant again and she kept the baby. Through this time, she has been married twice, both courthouse weddings with no family. Same story. She knew the guys for a month, both were military, and she wanted the benefits. Both ended in divorce mere months later. None were the baby daddy.
Now she has moved back to my home state where our family resides and has a new guy. He seems really sweet and they have been dating since February.
I am getting married in march and it is no secret my father is paying for the wedding. The budget is small (10,000), but it is tradition and he paid for my sister’s(not Mary) first wedding and part of her second.
My parents insisted I go dress shopping with her. Honestly? I would rather choke on my own vomit. Mary never wears dresses, and instead lives in male size ICP t-shirts and baggy jeans. I hate hanging out with her or holding a conversation with her.
The first time we discussed the wedding around family she INSISTED she wanted to wear flip flops. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? The last two times I talked to her about the dress she has told me about this AWESOME PIRATE WEDDING she is planning. She is not engaged. Instead of talking with me about my wedding..which is very real and is very soon..she is insisting on fantasizing about her pretend wedding with her nonfiance. This has made me loathe her even more. Can you just feign interest for one god damn second in my own wedding instead of making it about you? She also mentioned it will cost a mere 10,000$. I know damn well her father can’t pay that and I doubt her and her boyfriend’s pizza delivery job is sufficient. I know damn well my father won’t pay for any of it either. She isn’t his daughter. STOP FUCKING TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF BITCH. nO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR THIRD MARRIAGE WHEN YOU’RE ONLY 26!
I tried to talk to her about dresses yesterday. She wouldn’t even give me her dress size. I know she owns at least one dress. She is large, so I was trying to look for either regular sizes or plus-sizes. I know nothing about this stuff. I sent her a link to the dress and she said, “Looks nicr’. SHE DIDN’T EVEN PUT IN THE EFFORT TO SPELL THE FUCKING WORD NICE. She added nothing to the conversation, no input whatsoever. This is after she sent me a text of this god damn monstrosity.
Do these boobs need to be unsupported in a Grecian empire waist? Do I want to look back at my wedding and be drawn to your droopy cleavage? This shit is a formal affair, not a homecoming dance.
Bitch didn’t even tried the fucking thing on. THAT LAZY.
So there. I’m done. I’m placing bets on her pushing her boyfriend to propose before my wedding so she can try and get ALL THE FUCKING ATTENTION SHE WANTS.