Sometimes it’s easier to just pretend.

I know, I know. I just posted, literally 2.2 seconds ago. Sue me?

I just felt like this next post is something really huge in my life, something that deserves it’s own little section, the good and bad parts.

Rob and I got married on Friday, August 8. We (I) spent months planning, down to every detail. I’m really bad perfectionist, which made it hard. We were on a tight budget, I did a lot myself. It turned out just as planned, all of my details worked together. Most of our friends and family were there. But nothing is perfect, is it?

Rob’s parents didn’t show. We knew it was an option. We knew it might happen, well I did at least. He was in denial. From day one, they didn’t acknowledge we were getting married. When he told his mom, she turned around and walked away. His dad told him, “you’re a grown man  son, we can’t tell you what to do”. Nice, huh? We have no clue why. They stopped liking me three years ago, for a reason to be named later (or to be honest, we just don’t know), we’ve been together 5 1/2 years. Lived together for 3 1/2. No reason, whatsoever. They havent helped with the wedding, they never acknowledged the wedding. They’re rude as shit to me. They don’t acknowledge me in public. Just generally a bad situation. I knew it was possible, Rob denied it. Denial is NOT just a river in Egypt, people! But the day rolled around, I was hiding in the church (our wedding was outside), and the minister comes in. “Robert is pretty upset, his parents will not be attending”. I felt bad, I wanted to scream, yell. When the minister left, I started swearing and yelling and hitting things. I know, I know, in church. I’m not going to hell, am I? I apologized to God, telling him that he should understand how I feel and if he could possibly forgive me, I’ll do a few extra good deeds, or think of doing them. or something.

Our wedding was ruined. The actual ceremony was beautiful (despite the fact that I hadn’t eaten and almost passed out at the altar – yeah.. dumb, I know. Diabetic, don’t eat. Smart one there, Andrea) … oh, and the fact that a bee kept dive bombing his brother, who proceeded to yell and throw his hands around, “What the fuck?!” and then, “OH my gosh, i’m so sorry. I’m sorry” hah. But the reception? Rob was a douche. Seriously. He kept yelling at me, at the head table, in front of everyone, while we were trying to eat. I had to fight tears the entire time. Then, after that? My groom was nowhere to be found. We danced one time at our wedding reception, once. To the first dance. Then I didn’t see him again, literally.. the entire night. He kept going outside, because he didn’t want to be inside to remind him that his parents weren’t there. Then, because he was MIA, ANYTHING anyone needed, they found me. I danced to maybe 4 songs, at a 5 1/2 hour reception. I don’t remember talking to people, I didn’t get to drink anything, I didn’t get to have ANY fun. It was horrible. Everyone else had fun, but me. I was miserable. I will never forgive these people, ever. Rob at first was pissed, but seems to be getting over it..already. How is that possible? Way to remember a weddng, right? For the rest of my life, I will remember: almost passing out, getting yelled at, seeing my husband for one dance, and running around like a madwoman. Great stories to tell the kids.

Oh, and the best part, they send us a card, with a check inside, like that’s supposed to make it all okay. Like, ohhhh.. wow, what were we thinking? They didn’t come, but they sent us money, so all is okay. THEY . ARE . THE . BEST . PARENTS . EVERRRRRR.

.. yeah, okay. when pigs fly.