Once Upon a Time...
I went to a wedding today.
It wasn't very grand, but it reminded me of my cousin's wedding to went to right before the last week of my final quarter in college.
Now THAT... was an emotional wedding.
It's pretty normal for parents to cry in a wedding (usually the bride's parents), but in my cousin's... There was so much crap going on that he didn't deserve, that I was pretty close to not being able to watch the wedding because of the tears.
The father was... abusive. All I knew was that my parents didn't talk to him. My aunt liked me. She wanted a daughter, or so I was told.
He was my favorite cousin. He was impersonal about it, but he was nice to people when other people weren't.
I heard from my mother one day that when my uncle was beating my aunt, my cousin stepped in and said "Do you know why I've been working out? It's to stop you from hurting mom." I thought he just liked to work out.
She died in his first year in college. Cancer. Maybe it was for the best. But the thing that really pissed me off is that the father remarried almost immediately after she died.
The wedding was held last March.
We didn't get an invitation.
In fact, almost no one on his side of the family received invitations, but we all went to the wedding anyways. It turned out well: we were expected, and the reception was a blast. The food was good, but for some reason someone swooped in and took away my champaign. I was a little miffed, but since I don't drink (alcohol tastes really bad to me), I didn't mind. Instead of tapping glasses for the bride and groom to kiss, people had to sing a song with the work "love" in it. I sang alone. Twice. I would've done it a third time, but I'd definitely be hogging the stage at that point.
The invitations were thrown away.
My cousin had asked his father to send out invitations. His step-mother threw a hissy fit, demanding that her name be put in to the program as the mother instead of my aunt. With all the craziness of planning the wedding, he never found out until everyone showed up asking about the invitations.
He married a girl who he had been dating for fourteen years. Almost everyone stayed until the end of the festivities. Everyone felt invited. Everyone had fun.
On the surface, it was one of the happiest weddings I've been to, but definitely bittersweet.
Stevie-oppa, Sunny, if you guys don't live happily ever after, I'm gonna be royally pissed.
It wasn't very grand, but it reminded me of my cousin's wedding to went to right before the last week of my final quarter in college.
Now THAT... was an emotional wedding.
It's pretty normal for parents to cry in a wedding (usually the bride's parents), but in my cousin's... There was so much crap going on that he didn't deserve, that I was pretty close to not being able to watch the wedding because of the tears.
The father was... abusive. All I knew was that my parents didn't talk to him. My aunt liked me. She wanted a daughter, or so I was told.
He was my favorite cousin. He was impersonal about it, but he was nice to people when other people weren't.
I heard from my mother one day that when my uncle was beating my aunt, my cousin stepped in and said "Do you know why I've been working out? It's to stop you from hurting mom." I thought he just liked to work out.
She died in his first year in college. Cancer. Maybe it was for the best. But the thing that really pissed me off is that the father remarried almost immediately after she died.
The wedding was held last March.
We didn't get an invitation.
In fact, almost no one on his side of the family received invitations, but we all went to the wedding anyways. It turned out well: we were expected, and the reception was a blast. The food was good, but for some reason someone swooped in and took away my champaign. I was a little miffed, but since I don't drink (alcohol tastes really bad to me), I didn't mind. Instead of tapping glasses for the bride and groom to kiss, people had to sing a song with the work "love" in it. I sang alone. Twice. I would've done it a third time, but I'd definitely be hogging the stage at that point.
The invitations were thrown away.
My cousin had asked his father to send out invitations. His step-mother threw a hissy fit, demanding that her name be put in to the program as the mother instead of my aunt. With all the craziness of planning the wedding, he never found out until everyone showed up asking about the invitations.
He married a girl who he had been dating for fourteen years. Almost everyone stayed until the end of the festivities. Everyone felt invited. Everyone had fun.
On the surface, it was one of the happiest weddings I've been to, but definitely bittersweet.
Stevie-oppa, Sunny, if you guys don't live happily ever after, I'm gonna be royally pissed.