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On to the issue at hand:Anonymous said...(on Saturday's post about FRIDAY night's baseball game)
I didn't forget J's day, I told her my son needed me at the exact moment she called. When he was fine, I was happily distracted by a brand new baby and a very tired new mommy. Babes before Brides, that's my new motto. So hey, let's hash it out...
Especially as I do harbor some ickiness towards the whole J's very important day thing. Okay, fine, I admitted it.
I wanted her in my wedding - her family didn't come to Vegas. My Goddess, I wouldn't have survived parenthood, let alone widowhood (esp the first few years), without our J... our family can never repay the Gift her presence to us. My children really and truly consider her their Aunt, not mommy's cousin. I heard of her engagement moments after it happened, we were ecstatic for her, for them. Imagine my shock, surprise and bruised feelings when she announced her attendants -- not me! I did get offered a shitty bouncer job, which I happily refused. My kid didn't get offered any job, not even a shitty one. Yeah, I breathe deep and listen to the wedding plans. I know I don't want my shittiness to dim the joy and the glow of D and B's only daughter's wedding. So I don't bring it. Which this week, means I don't bring me. I'm full of shittiness lately and it sucks. Be glad I didn't come to share.
I don't know what the answer is. I plan to show up and have a great time at a wedding I really do want to celebrate. I will avoid the H-family table, as there always seems to be a bounty of perfect-life critics there, waiting to pounce on my next imagined opportunity to embarrass the family (yeah, I know what was said at T's wedding - and, well, next time leave your shittiness at home) Or maybe I'll find myself overwhelmed by my own shame at being "never good enough," maybe I'll find I'm unwilling to subject my son to the same-said crazies, maybe it'll all be just fine and all this aarrgghh is for naught.
Maybe someday, I'll have my sister back... that will be a very happy day.
Especially as I do harbor some ickiness towards the whole J's very important day thing. Okay, fine, I admitted it.
I wanted her in my wedding - her family didn't come to Vegas. My Goddess, I wouldn't have survived parenthood, let alone widowhood (esp the first few years), without our J... our family can never repay the Gift her presence to us. My children really and truly consider her their Aunt, not mommy's cousin. I heard of her engagement moments after it happened, we were ecstatic for her, for them. Imagine my shock, surprise and bruised feelings when she announced her attendants -- not me! I did get offered a shitty bouncer job, which I happily refused. My kid didn't get offered any job, not even a shitty one. Yeah, I breathe deep and listen to the wedding plans. I know I don't want my shittiness to dim the joy and the glow of D and B's only daughter's wedding. So I don't bring it. Which this week, means I don't bring me. I'm full of shittiness lately and it sucks. Be glad I didn't come to share.
I don't know what the answer is. I plan to show up and have a great time at a wedding I really do want to celebrate. I will avoid the H-family table, as there always seems to be a bounty of perfect-life critics there, waiting to pounce on my next imagined opportunity to embarrass the family (yeah, I know what was said at T's wedding - and, well, next time leave your shittiness at home) Or maybe I'll find myself overwhelmed by my own shame at being "never good enough," maybe I'll find I'm unwilling to subject my son to the same-said crazies, maybe it'll all be just fine and all this aarrgghh is for naught.
Maybe someday, I'll have my sister back... that will be a very happy day.
"Iam glad you and your son had a good time but I think you forgot a very important day for J. She is very hurt that her "sister" didn't come to her shower."