And the hits keep coming. I went out for coffee with my asister last Sunday. She's performing our wedding ceremony at her church (she's obviously a pastor). I expressed how stressed out I really am about the planning of this grand soiree. She calmed my nerves a bit but then asked me how I thought I was going to handle the families processing into the church.
Ummmm...I HAVE NO IDEA.
So, we have my amother (martyr extraordinaire...has to make everything about her)...my nmom (who really doesn't care what happens as long as she's invited and can see me on my special day)...S's father and stepmother and his mother and stepfather who are civil but that's about it. I know it's my day but I am slipping back into my depression about trying to please everyone else and not myself.
In a perfect world, my mothers would walk down the aisle together...a united front...proving that I CAN have a happy ending and S's parents would be able to actually talk to each other without the tension being thick like pea soup.
On a brighter note, I made an appointment to try on dresses....ummm...anyone wanna take bets on whether I can lose 50 pounds by April 20th?