We had a lot of stress around our wedding, as well - mainly guest list related. From the onset we wanted to keep it under 100 people and only invite people that we see routinely and wanted at our wedding (as opposed to people we see routinely and didn’t want at our wedding or people we just never saw, ever, and would never see afterwards). That led to quite a bit of stress, it’d no surprise I started seeing a therapist several months before the wedding, but by the time June 6th rolled around everyone had a great time and they saw what we were trying to do and I think they appreciated it because of it. We picked out a nice location, did a lot of the design ourselves, had comic books made, an old school bus driving us around, great food selections, and dancing all night.
It’ll work out, all of the stress leading up to the big day seems like an unnecessary routine.
They don’t like that we’re doing it in Mexico. They don’t like that we’re getting a paper marriage before we leave, because as we all know, the state of Oregon recognizing us as a married couple is more important than the two of us recognizing us as a married couple. They don’t like that the Texas reception is going to be so long after the wedding…even though I set the dates specifically to work with other people’s schedules. They don’t like that I don’t have endless hours to sit and talk on the phone about it, because I have a job and a life (however little that may be) and shit that occasionally has to get done, or the fact that I live in Oregon, not Texas, because as we all know, I have the magical ability to snap my fingers and make my fiancee done with school, endless jobs for him and me appear in Texas, and for employers to instantly hire us. No, not instantly. I can make that shit happen YESTERDAY.
And, you know, for doing what makes me happy—getting married in Mexico (the receptions are for family, not for me), moving to Oregon to be with pretty much the only male I’ve ever met who comes even close to meeting my ridiculously high expectations (and Kellen fucking exceeds them), for occasionally having a social life or doing activities like band that make me happy (but unavailable for a couple of hours on Tuesdays), for having to go grocery shopping or cook dinner or do any of the things normal people with normal lives do on a day to day basis in order to stay alive, or for thinking that when I’m doing any of these things, you should have the modicum of patience required to, oh, I don’t know, wait until I’m finished doing them to talk because it is rude to have my cell phone attached to my ear all the fucking time—I should feel HORRIFICALLY GUILTY.
So guilty that I guess I should decide to do whatever makes you happy all the fucking time. This includes moving back to Texas, leaving the fiancee who takes up my time, not getting married at all, and spending all of my time sitting around waiting for YOU to call me, so that way I’ll have all the time in the world to talk to you and nothing else to do, because I’ll be all alone and have no life at all. Although I’m pretty sure even then, you’d still find things to bitch about.
FIJDS:OIFOOIENKVJN:OIXJC:OFIWNVJNDIPJOKPODJEIOW:FNOUHOJNVKLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
