- 8 years ago
- Wedding: November 2013
So yesterday was the deadline for RSVPs. We only had maybe 3 we hadn’t recieved- and they were all from people were were almost sure woudln’t be able to make it.
We get home from running errands, and grab the mail. There’s one RSVP card in there- which almost surprised me. I figured from the few we were missing, if you hadn’t RSVPed yet, you weren’t coming. Invites went out in August.
I open it. They have written “8” in the guest count- and then don’t write thier names (we know who it was from because they put a return address on the envelope)- they just write 5 adults, 3 kids.
Ok- so FYI our wedding IS kid-friendly. We like kids. That said- we can’t figure out whose kids these are- this invite went out for 4 adults (mom, dad, son, son- neither of the boys were known to have a gf or wife or fiance at the time we addressed envelopes).
So Fiance calls his mom (who was not contacted about any of this by guests)- and so long story short, we find out that Mom, Dad, Son and Son are coming- and one son has graciously invited his new Fiance and HER THREE KIDS.
Now, I am not specifically complaining about the kids- but I am LIVID that there are FOUR extra people coming, there was NO contact made by guests to either FI’s mom (“Dad” of this group is FMIL’s adopted brother- they were both adopted by the same family as children- and both adoptive parents are no longer living)-
I have never met any of these 8 people, and I know Fiance is not close to them. FI chose to invite them as a gesture towards his mom (she really doesn’t have any other family)– without letting his mom know. So this is NOT FMIL’s fault by any means.
My son is not my FI’s biological child- and there is NO way that I would ever allow Fiance to bring DS and I to a wedding with him that we were not specifically invited to (the one wedding Fiance has been invited to since we have been together- DS and I’s name were BOTH on the invitation!!)–
This also happened on a day that: I found out my seamstress (who I love dearly) tore the tulle on my dress, and a call from my DR’s office that I have been diagnosed with PCOS.
Ok thanks! Rant over.