- 6 years ago
Guys, this is mostly a vent, and it’s not about my wedding, but rather my father’s.
When I was 8 he and his second wife took us kids to Tahoe to get married. I was NOT allowed to be a flower girl, per his new wife. Her daughters got to be the flower girls. Crummy wedding, dad.
My dad lives in Hawaii now. I don’t get to see him much now that he won’t pay for me to fly over and I have my own life- 40 hour workweeks and school- and it’s a huge hit for me to go over.
After 5 years of not seeing each other we met at vegas and had a great couple days. He promised we’d do it again this year and it was nice. Actually nice.
Well, he met a lady in Thailand online 3 months ago and now he’s marrying her in February. I am not invited, I am not expected to come. the wedding is in Thailand.
I get it, it’s not a vacation about us spending time together. It’s about him and his new wife. It just wouldn’t have hurt for him to throw in a “I know you can’t come, Aimee, and that hurts, but we’ll make up for it later” or something. At least a “I wish you could be there” Nope. Nothing. I was never invited. Period. He tells me how excited he is to spend time with her family and all the stuff he has to host and whatnot though. Yay, you.
This reflects similarly to when he was in Vegas 3 years ago and came to Cali, 3 hours from me, as his girlfriend at the time had a family member in hospice here. I woke up early because we were going to drive halfway and see each other after several years, and I was told over the phone “It wouldn’t be worth it. I have to get back for dinner plans with Vangie’s family.
Before that, when I was 16 he told me that he was in Sacramento for business for several days. He refused to come see me. “It’s too expensive to rent a car for the day. I was 16, how would I go see him?!
Oh, and rather than see me this year, he’s marrying her.
Dads are too free-spirited. Can’t wrangle ’em.