No Sleep til’ Union: This IS NOT About You
Author’s Note: So, in the middle of the start-up of the “No Sleep til’ Union” series, I caught a horrible cold. I missed two days of posting, but I am currently in recovery so I am back to adorn you with tales of my holy ass matrimony.
If I could go back in time, and apologize to everyone I know who has ever gotten married I would. The reason I say this, is because I know at some moment I turned up my nose at a preference of theirs. I gave them input when input probably wasn’t required. OR, when they asked me, I gave them a response that was ANYTHING other than “well, what do you want?”, toward the person asking it. Weddings are about the people getting married. If you HAVE to add anyone into the mix, it’s the people financing the wedding/the bride and groom’s parents. But, even then, its mostly JUST about the people getting married. I recently was unable to attend two weddings that were very important to ME to attend, but I was unable to do it. I have been killing myself with guilt. But you know what, the bride and groom were fine without me. Because it was their day. And they enjoyed themselves with what family and friends were there, and the absence of Cara didn’t really make or break the event.
Right this moment, I understand that weddings are NOT about you. Ever. They are about the people getting married. If you don’t like the things that the people who are getting married have planned? DON’T COME. If you can’t afford it, or don’t agree with it, or even have a scheduling conflict…DO NOT ATTEND THAT SHIT. Let me tell you something…there’s no skin off of anyone’s back but yours. I have had so many people say to me “Why is your wedding in Cleveland?”…dog, cuz that’s where I am from. My parents live there, the people who raised ME are there and that’s where I want to have my motherfucking wedding. If you don’t like Cleveland, add your opinion of my hometown to the long list of things I could give less than two fucks about. Don’t come. 4th Roomy recently told me a story about his friend that he told about the wedding. He went to said friend’s wedding a few years back, and over drinks, he was telling him about where our wedding was. Immediately the dude was like “fuck that, I am not coming to Cleveland”. First, thanks douche bag, for the reciprocity, but also non-sarcastic thanks dude for letting me know up front so that we save the postage for an invite and we don’t have to hear your mouth later.
Let me tell you that planning a wedding is stressful. I chose to take on the stress, I recognize that, but what I didn’t do was elect to hear your mouth spew negativity about what I should and should not have elected to do for MY ceremony. Nor do I care to. I don’t care how you feel about my color scheme, my dress choices, my location, the food, the drinks, the gift registry, the start time, OR the kind of money I am spending. You just sound like an unwanted opinionated lonely ass bag of wind. Flatulate somewhere ELSE.Tags: family, married, not about you, opinion, travel, wedding, weddings are not about you