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.