Laker_Girl
Mrs. Big Dick McGee
Today, I, Laker_Girl took a big fat juicy bite out of the wormy apple known as reality.
I was inches from setting a definite wedding date. I spent the morning thumbing through my bride's workbook, checking the folders I'd lovingly put together for my matron of honor and bridesmaid and was scanning the calendar for the perfect Saturday in November. When came the crushing blow...
Think the episode of friends when Monica's parents tell her that her wedding savings is now known as "The Beach House"...My parents call it a platinum world wide golf membership.
No big right? My fiancee will pay for it except every time I mention us paying for the wedding I feel him cringe. I can see it in his eyes, "Weddings are a waste of money. I mean if you've got an extra $50,000.00 lying around that's one thing but that's house buyin' money!" And besides, he's been married, he's had the wedding of his dreams.
So I cried and cried all day long and my mom got mad because I was making her feel guilty and how dare I?! Meh, she has a point, I'm almost 35, I took my sweet time finiding Mr. Right so I'm old enough to foot the bill on the shindig.
I've got ten grand saved up but truthfully, in this day and age you can't get pissed on by an Irish priest for ten grand.
So no pretty flowers, no beautiful dress, no dazzling bridesmaids, no handsome tux clad groom, no cake, no dinner, no gifts, no walking down the isle on daddy's arm, no first dance, no nothin'. Just me, the HB and the Justice of the Peace.
The only real shame is that I'll have to wait a whole year to find out that I'm barren and will have to sell an organ in order to afford fertility treatments. I like to get all of my spirit crushing done at once.
I was inches from setting a definite wedding date. I spent the morning thumbing through my bride's workbook, checking the folders I'd lovingly put together for my matron of honor and bridesmaid and was scanning the calendar for the perfect Saturday in November. When came the crushing blow...
Think the episode of friends when Monica's parents tell her that her wedding savings is now known as "The Beach House"...My parents call it a platinum world wide golf membership.
No big right? My fiancee will pay for it except every time I mention us paying for the wedding I feel him cringe. I can see it in his eyes, "Weddings are a waste of money. I mean if you've got an extra $50,000.00 lying around that's one thing but that's house buyin' money!" And besides, he's been married, he's had the wedding of his dreams.
So I cried and cried all day long and my mom got mad because I was making her feel guilty and how dare I?! Meh, she has a point, I'm almost 35, I took my sweet time finiding Mr. Right so I'm old enough to foot the bill on the shindig.
I've got ten grand saved up but truthfully, in this day and age you can't get pissed on by an Irish priest for ten grand.
So no pretty flowers, no beautiful dress, no dazzling bridesmaids, no handsome tux clad groom, no cake, no dinner, no gifts, no walking down the isle on daddy's arm, no first dance, no nothin'. Just me, the HB and the Justice of the Peace.
The only real shame is that I'll have to wait a whole year to find out that I'm barren and will have to sell an organ in order to afford fertility treatments. I like to get all of my spirit crushing done at once.