| Sunday, October 09, 2005 |
| Survived |
The wedding is over. I am back home.
It was sad to have such a short visit with my sister. But I think anything less than permanent will be a sadly short visit with my sister.
The wedding was not easy. It was both harder than I thought it would be, and not as hard as I thought it would be.
It was harder, because on the day of the wedding, my brother chose ME!! as his scapegoat for all the stress he was under, and I got screamed and yelled at. I found it grossly unfair, but for the sake of his wedding, and for his now-wife, I fought my instinct to pack up my kids and go home, calling my Beloved on the way to tell him not to get on the train. I let it go. I said, "oh, I understand.
It was not as hard as I thought because the wedding itself turned out to be kind of fun. I had many martinis. So did my sister. Fortunately, my Beloved is responsible, and he is a full-blown adult. He also hadn't gotten screamed and yelled at during the day, therefore relishing the opportunity to decompress. He drank Coca-Cola, and made sure us three girls were okay. He Is The Best.
Now I have 2 days to write 2 papers. I think I'll be okay. |
posted by Zuska @ 2:43 PM   |
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"full-blown adult?" i beg to differ, though it depends on your definitions.
xo
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True love is a man who lets you get hammered and plays caretaker during his opportunity to decompress.
How are the papers going?
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"full-blown adult?" i beg to differ, though it depends on your definitions.
xo