The reception:
By now, Sweetie and I have went home.. I had a nervous breakdown and nuclear meltdown.. and we've headed to the river rat bar for the reception. Did I mention I really wasn't thrilled to be there? We only went cause Groomzilla promised Sweetie he'd pay for half the tux rental since we couldn't afford it. So we're there, the best man comes up and asks Sweetie why he's not in his tux anymore. Well... Groomzilla made it sound like everyone was changing before going to the party, so that's what we did! We got our food.... *snicker*... if you can call a hillbilly hoedown of pulled pork (which actually I like), baked beans, and 2 different potato salads and coleslaw... and one bag of chips, a reception meal. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I'm a snob and I don't care :P
So we eat, I go up to the bar to buy Sweetie a soda and myself a strong drink (I needed it!). As I walk back.. once again I hear comments of "pedophile" and "she shouldn't troll the high schools for her boyfriends, how disgusting!" and my favorite "she should be ashamed!" I just ignore it, although it cuts me to the bone and I really just want to go home and bawl my eyes out. I hint that I want to slow dance with Sweetie, but you know how guys are.. they aren't very good at catching hints :) so I just sit and wrap my arms around him, praying for the time we can leave. I just loved how folks I didn't even know actually had the balls to glare at me and make comments.
We go outside cause I needed a smoke, and when we came back in.. Sweetie's best friend's father made some snide and snarky remarks. (sweetie won't tell me what they were) That was the final straw... we left and went home.
Now for those of you who know me, you know I have a neurological disorder and if I get extremely stressed and my blood pressure rises, I go blind. To make a long story short, it happened. I was blind the entire next day and part of the day after that. I just want to thank the happy couple for texting Sweetie until all hours of the night, accusing him of not having a backbone and speaking for himself (no, it WASN'T me texting you, you stupid sots it really WAS him!) and causing us so much stress, grief, and heartbreak. I certainly hope you're happy with yourselves. We were not the immature ones, we did NOT ruin your wedding, and you can all happily go to hell. You ruined your own friendship with Sweetie through your own actions.
And for the record.... NEVER EVER call my family a "Pre-fab" family again!! Never talk about my children, or disrespect them in such a way again!! You are both rude, spoiled, stupid little children who have no business throwing stones. Lest you forget... Sweetie may have a "woman with baggage" but at least none of us gave birth to an illegitimate bastard and knocked some slut up while still in high school because you were either A.) too stupid to keep it in your pants, B.) too stupid to put on a condom/use birth control, and my personal favorite C.) so stupid you married the first idiot you banged.
Hmmm.... I feel so much better now. If you really want to throw stones at me, remember I have a bag with much bigger ones to throw at you!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Don't judge folks unless you've walked in their shoes..
Yup, I do believe my title says it all. The basis for wanting to start a blog, and especially one with such a angry title? Well... I've had it basically, I'm tired of biting my tongue and being the better person. I guess it's my time to let it out, say what's on my mind and too bad, so sad for those who are offended or angered by my opinions. Wow, pretty confrontational, eh?
Background: My fiance is 12 years younger than I am, which according to some, makes me a cougar. So be it, I can roll with that and joke about it. Doesn't bother me in the least. What does bother me though, is how it's acceptable for a man to date and/or wed a woman who's 20 years younger... but when it's reversed, it's extremely unacceptable! I'm sick of the double standard!!
Case in point. He was a groomsman in a wedding (for a guy we thought was his friend). Now the bride and groom have never seemed to like me... oh well. Snub me if you must, I've been snubbed by better! The groom starts out being Groom-zilla from day one. Do this, do that.. come here, go there... and so on and so on. Bachelor party gets thrown one night, on a night we already had plans cause we didn't know about the party. Groomzilla texts him literally 15 minutes before the shin-dig.. telling him to get there. When my sweetie says "sorry, didn't know about it and we already have plans, I won't be able to make it", ole boy gets pissed and rants a bit. Sweetie blows it off... fine I will too. Then comes time to go get fitted for tuxes, not a word mentioned that the groomsmen will have to pay for the tux rentals. I ask Sweetie one day, "when's the rehearsal?" and he texts groomzilla. We're told "day before wedding" which makes sense.
Sweetie's mom gets taken to the hospital and has to have back surgery, which was completely outta the blue. Sweetie and I have to miss a day of work to watch his younger siblings, no prob. This means Sweetie has to work the day of the rehearsal... but the plan was for him to get off work with plenty of time to go. Shit hits the fan, night guy can't make it in... so sweetie has to work. Groomzilla gets pissed... starts ranting, bitching and moaning cause Sweetie can't/won't leave work w/o permission (god forbid he be a responsible adult!). So now Groomzilla is in a major rant and ready to sink his teeth into both of us (cause you know, it's all my fault). He then gets SUPER pissed cause Sweetie won't come spend the night with him in white trash heaven. Awww tough shit dude, he has a family!
So we go to the church the day of the big event, getting there early so Sweetie can be walked thru what is expected of him. No worries. Of course, I'm sitting there in a pew, minding my own business and smiling.. being pleasant to all. I get glared at by none other than Groomzilla! He's being snotty when he says to no one in particular... "Where's ---- at?" (meaning Sweetie). I smile, tell him he looks very nice in his tux and explain that Sweetie is helping one of the groomsmen with his cuff links in the bathroom. What do I get for my efforts? Yet another hateful look. Mind you, this occurs the entire afternoon from both sides of the hillbilly party from hell. (oh yeah, the tuxes had CAMOUFLAGE vests and ties! LMAO!! Stupid rednecks) The only decent folk there was the groom's mother, who I feel sorry for.. poor, sweet lady dealing with such a jackass of a son!
So... the wedding is very nice, well done I must say. As the couple from hell walks back up the aisle, I get another wonderful round of glares... all hail the reining hillbilly moronic couple! (yes that's exactly what was running thru my head while I smiled sweetly at them!) They do a receiving line, haven't seen one of those since my grandparents renewed their vows in the 80's! LOL! Anywho... I wait my turn in line, so I can tell Sweetie that I'm gonna step outside for a smoke. As I come down the lane, I hear snickers and a few snide remarks.. my favorite being "pedophile!" and "disgusting how she's dating such a younger man". I stiffen my back and shove my nose into the air.. making my way to Sweetie. I give him a hug, smiling at the other groomsmen, telling them all that they looked very handsome. I walk to the door, completely bypassing the bride and groom. They look shocked, but I know that if I were to come up to them, to congratulate them and then get more abuse.. I'd probably start a scene... so I did what I thought was best and walked away.
Background: My fiance is 12 years younger than I am, which according to some, makes me a cougar. So be it, I can roll with that and joke about it. Doesn't bother me in the least. What does bother me though, is how it's acceptable for a man to date and/or wed a woman who's 20 years younger... but when it's reversed, it's extremely unacceptable! I'm sick of the double standard!!
Case in point. He was a groomsman in a wedding (for a guy we thought was his friend). Now the bride and groom have never seemed to like me... oh well. Snub me if you must, I've been snubbed by better! The groom starts out being Groom-zilla from day one. Do this, do that.. come here, go there... and so on and so on. Bachelor party gets thrown one night, on a night we already had plans cause we didn't know about the party. Groomzilla texts him literally 15 minutes before the shin-dig.. telling him to get there. When my sweetie says "sorry, didn't know about it and we already have plans, I won't be able to make it", ole boy gets pissed and rants a bit. Sweetie blows it off... fine I will too. Then comes time to go get fitted for tuxes, not a word mentioned that the groomsmen will have to pay for the tux rentals. I ask Sweetie one day, "when's the rehearsal?" and he texts groomzilla. We're told "day before wedding" which makes sense.
Sweetie's mom gets taken to the hospital and has to have back surgery, which was completely outta the blue. Sweetie and I have to miss a day of work to watch his younger siblings, no prob. This means Sweetie has to work the day of the rehearsal... but the plan was for him to get off work with plenty of time to go. Shit hits the fan, night guy can't make it in... so sweetie has to work. Groomzilla gets pissed... starts ranting, bitching and moaning cause Sweetie can't/won't leave work w/o permission (god forbid he be a responsible adult!). So now Groomzilla is in a major rant and ready to sink his teeth into both of us (cause you know, it's all my fault). He then gets SUPER pissed cause Sweetie won't come spend the night with him in white trash heaven. Awww tough shit dude, he has a family!
So we go to the church the day of the big event, getting there early so Sweetie can be walked thru what is expected of him. No worries. Of course, I'm sitting there in a pew, minding my own business and smiling.. being pleasant to all. I get glared at by none other than Groomzilla! He's being snotty when he says to no one in particular... "Where's ---- at?" (meaning Sweetie). I smile, tell him he looks very nice in his tux and explain that Sweetie is helping one of the groomsmen with his cuff links in the bathroom. What do I get for my efforts? Yet another hateful look. Mind you, this occurs the entire afternoon from both sides of the hillbilly party from hell. (oh yeah, the tuxes had CAMOUFLAGE vests and ties! LMAO!! Stupid rednecks) The only decent folk there was the groom's mother, who I feel sorry for.. poor, sweet lady dealing with such a jackass of a son!
So... the wedding is very nice, well done I must say. As the couple from hell walks back up the aisle, I get another wonderful round of glares... all hail the reining hillbilly moronic couple! (yes that's exactly what was running thru my head while I smiled sweetly at them!) They do a receiving line, haven't seen one of those since my grandparents renewed their vows in the 80's! LOL! Anywho... I wait my turn in line, so I can tell Sweetie that I'm gonna step outside for a smoke. As I come down the lane, I hear snickers and a few snide remarks.. my favorite being "pedophile!" and "disgusting how she's dating such a younger man". I stiffen my back and shove my nose into the air.. making my way to Sweetie. I give him a hug, smiling at the other groomsmen, telling them all that they looked very handsome. I walk to the door, completely bypassing the bride and groom. They look shocked, but I know that if I were to come up to them, to congratulate them and then get more abuse.. I'd probably start a scene... so I did what I thought was best and walked away.
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