Don't judge folks.. Part 2

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!