- 8 years ago
- Wedding: June 2011
I try very had to tolerate my dad’s wife but she always manages to find a way to bring me down and she is truly taking away from my wedding experience.
Everytime we talk she finds a way to interject her opinion on what I need to do to lose weight. Yeah, I’m fluffy but she can bite my fluffy white butt cuz’ I don’t need the stress of her negativity when I’m already getting ready to explode like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man after his encounter with the Ghostbusters.
We are having our wedding in June on a weekend that is also one of the busiest in our city because of a world-renowned sporting event. That makes booking hotel room a little bit crazy but we secured a block of rooms at a hotel that requires neither bug repellant or a gun for safety and it is quite affordable. When I passed this info on to the ES she said that was fine because the next week they would be staying in “exquisite digs” in Honolulu. Her nephew is getting married and the family rented an entire plantation for the week long event.
Welllll….. lah-tee-f***ing dah. She told my father that he is not allowed to give me one dime towards my wedding. She even wrote me an email demanding to know why I had the audacity to plan a big, formal wedding in these hard economic times.
Now, just let me say that I haven’t asked them for a dime for this wedding. My father offered to pay for the venue and then rescinded the offer after she threw a fit. She said that they simply did not have the funds. Of course, they did just take a 2 week vacation to Mexico and they spend copius amounts of time at the bar and at the golf course but those things don’t require the foolish spending of money in these “hard economic times”… no, not at all.
Thank God that they live three states away.
Ok, I think I’m done. Maybe no one will read this but it sure felt good to get it off my chest. If I had kept it all in I might have had to spike her Tab with Drano…