- 5 years ago
- Wedding: December 2015
So my fiance’s sister, (and I’m not going to tell you her name, because she’s the type of girl who joins weddingbee without actually being engaged/married)is that girl. She takes cupcake decorating classes, she likes faux vintage fashion trends, she overuses words like ‘adore’, ‘fabulous and ‘whimsical'(Everything is whimsical with her). She likes ‘dancing to old records’, sparkly nail polish and Miranda July movies. She knows all the words to Call me Maybe, and she’s all about ‘girl power’ but needs a man to complete her.
Yep, she’s a woman-child. You know what a woman-child is, right? Well for those of you who don’t, a woman-child is basically the female version of a man-child, (ie the worst possible combination of pall of the cringe worthy things that you were in your early twenties/teenage years). Her brand of woman-child is this a overly twee, tea sipping, pan collared, giggling feather head combination and i find her totally insufferable.
I mean don’t get me wrong. I love cake, Miranda July has her merits (apparently), and who doesn’t love nail polish, right? But this woman is older than me. My fiancée is six years older than me and she’s five years older than him. she’s in her mid thirties and still acts like an annoying teenager, she’s also prone to tantrums when she doesn’t get her own way. And she’s I incredibly dramatic, she loves drama.
Now none of this would be too bad, but I kind of asked her to be a bridesmaid. This sounds really bitchy, but I did it because I of kind of pity her and she absolutely LOVES this type of thing. She’s the type who is desperate to get married but I don’t think she ever will, mostly because she’s not mature enough.
Anyways, I really didn’t want her in my wedding, but I now I need to learn to stand her and I couldn’t just leave her out.
Do you guys have any stories about a woman-child in your wedding party? Fiance and I have just started planning our wedding, and I’d like to know what to do with her. Or if you have any suggestions as to how I should go about getting off my fucking high horse and learn to tolerate her, that’d be good too.
Sidenote: I want to find common ground with her, but she’s kind of…I don’t know.
oh yeah, I forgot to mention that she doesn’t think very highly of me, either. And also, she’s knot just some girly girl. He’ll, I’m a girly girl. But her whole life is all tea cups and cakes and pastel frocis and she’s a woman in her MID THIRTIES so she is too old for this sort of frivolity.