oh, so, back in january when dad was laying there in surgical icu, he asked me to "stand up" for him sometime this spring...
when i say "stand up", i mean vouch for him or whatever the hell one does when their father gets remarried.
yes. on April 16th.
"day after tax day, pumpkin, that's how i'll remember... is that day okay with you?"
eh, technically, i can get the day off... as far as it being totally okay with me, erm... i'll have to say 'no' (but can only say that in my head... and on here) - but i said yes to dad... i mean, i am sure it'd happen even if i did have a 33 year old only child temper tantrum (they aren't pretty)
he's marrying his girlfriend of 16 or 17 years... something like that - keep in mind he and my mom separated when i was 12... divorced when i was 24 (family of procrastinators, i tell ya')... the cause of the divorce is not this woman, dad wasn't a cheater - wanted to nip that thought in the bud before y'all started yapping...
anyway... april 16th. at 3:45pm. at the courthouse. dad's getting married. who'da ever thought my father'd be getting married for a second time.... before i've even had a wedding... erm... let me clarify, make that before i've even been engaged.... eh... oh what the hell, before i've even dated someone longer than a year and eleven months... and 13 days.
i digress.
dad. girlfriend fiancee. wedding. courthouse.
the thing is, i am the only one there who will be under 56 years of age.
they are doing it assbackwards in their words.
how? well, they are having the reception first (which is just going to be a lunch with my dad, karen (the fiancee), my aunt ann, my aunt letty and her 3rd husband lenny.
it's casual. of course, the only time i am ever asked to be in a "wedding party" i don't get to get dressed up.
okay - so the reception first. then the wedding... then.... well, then everyone's going home because everyone (except me) is afraid of driving at night because they've got the "old eyes"
why did i stop doing stand up?! whyyyyyyy?
think that day i will have to call my old therapist from when i was 18... and that night, when the "newlyweds" are asleep by 8pm, i will be calling my cousin kerry to take me out and help me drink.
*sigh* i am letting go. at this point in my head, i am sort of upset, but it could have been worse, she could have had 5 snotty kids (she has none) and she could be my age (she's not. she's around 56)... so it's a weird feeling, while i am feeling disloyal to gigglemom (even though she says she's fine with it... which i am sure she is, to a point) i have this "eh, whatever. godspeed" feeling, i mean, she won't have kids with him, impossible, so i will retain my title of "Only Brat"... won't have the "step brother/step sister" thing to toss around... will only have "stepdaughter" i guess to deal with... not really thinking about calling her "stepmom" i guess i can say "this is my stepmother"... i have to think about it.
this is a far cry from when i was 17 years old and freaking out in front of her (karen) house and tearing up the mums and some other very pull-up-able plants (the 17-year-old-only-child-whose-dad-was-focusing-attention-on-someone-else temper tantrums were pretty much the most frightening ones... they were much more frequent than the 33 year old ones) not proud of it, not a good day...
oh well.
anyway... so i will be dad's best man on april 16th at 3:45pm...
