Wedding planning
Last night:
My father threw a toddler style fit over the idea that he should wear a yarmulke under the chuppah. He acted like I was full of all sorts of malicious intent. When I pointed out that he was getting mean and huffy all he could do was reference that I 'caught him off guard'. No apology, no nothing. He gave me the "Not everyone is a Conservative Jew." Great Dad. Thanks for knowing me well enough to know that I'm not ignorant nor a zealot. I guess that's what happens when yuo try to deal with your daughter after 34 years of having an enmeshed marriage where your daughter is only good for being the household mediator. I wrote him an email saying how much it hurts my feelings that he would assume my intentions when he knows me so little any more. No response.
I also mentioned to him that I am sick of the idea of having a wedding because everyone is being so damn difficult and that everyone is whining about something. He responded lke I wasn't talking about he or Mom. 'They'll just have to get over it and show up to enjoy your wedding." Valient for you to take such a stand, Dad. Now, how 'bout a touch of self-reflection?
Then Mom calls and whines about how the alcohol that I am picking for the wedding isn't good enough because some of her friends 'sophiticated pallets'. Ok, it's not like I'm picking Gallo or Inglenook. Sorry, but what I have gotten is just fine--it's nice enough. My father's comment--'Be sure that you cover the labels.' GODDAMNIT I DON"T MOTHERFUCKING DRINK. I don't give a FUCK if their corporate buddies find it undrinkable. I am not spending $2000 so that every souse can co their own shit by claiming that their sloppy drinking and subsequent shitty behavior is because the wine is soooo good. So sick of dancing around their childish and incompetant asses. Oh, but wait--I forgot--they earned money so how COULD they be incompetant. Oh yes, it must be ME WHO IS THE PROBLEM!
Rant over. Have to go to work. Glad that I am working with a toddler--she's more together than my family (not shitting you).
Elopement.
My father threw a toddler style fit over the idea that he should wear a yarmulke under the chuppah. He acted like I was full of all sorts of malicious intent. When I pointed out that he was getting mean and huffy all he could do was reference that I 'caught him off guard'. No apology, no nothing. He gave me the "Not everyone is a Conservative Jew." Great Dad. Thanks for knowing me well enough to know that I'm not ignorant nor a zealot. I guess that's what happens when yuo try to deal with your daughter after 34 years of having an enmeshed marriage where your daughter is only good for being the household mediator. I wrote him an email saying how much it hurts my feelings that he would assume my intentions when he knows me so little any more. No response.
I also mentioned to him that I am sick of the idea of having a wedding because everyone is being so damn difficult and that everyone is whining about something. He responded lke I wasn't talking about he or Mom. 'They'll just have to get over it and show up to enjoy your wedding." Valient for you to take such a stand, Dad. Now, how 'bout a touch of self-reflection?
Then Mom calls and whines about how the alcohol that I am picking for the wedding isn't good enough because some of her friends 'sophiticated pallets'. Ok, it's not like I'm picking Gallo or Inglenook. Sorry, but what I have gotten is just fine--it's nice enough. My father's comment--'Be sure that you cover the labels.' GODDAMNIT I DON"T MOTHERFUCKING DRINK. I don't give a FUCK if their corporate buddies find it undrinkable. I am not spending $2000 so that every souse can co their own shit by claiming that their sloppy drinking and subsequent shitty behavior is because the wine is soooo good. So sick of dancing around their childish and incompetant asses. Oh, but wait--I forgot--they earned money so how COULD they be incompetant. Oh yes, it must be ME WHO IS THE PROBLEM!
Rant over. Have to go to work. Glad that I am working with a toddler--she's more together than my family (not shitting you).
Elopement.