So, guess who just found out her father won’t be coming to her wedding (not can’t, but won’t)? Yup. This gal.
Also, fiancé’s mom? She’s apparently talking shit about me behind my back. So guess who fiancé just uninvited? Yup.
Out of all the people I asked, all the people I spoke to, guess who was the one person that actually wants to be there?
My mom. Because she is awesome and has supported our relationship from day one.
Nobody else gives a shit. Hell, I bet my mutuals here – who’ve barely known me for more than a few months – give more of a shit than our flesh-and-blood family members do!
SO FUCK EVERYONE ELSE. I WILL BE SO GLAD WHEN I FINALLY CAN LEAVE THIS P.O.S. STATE IN MY REARVIEW MIRROR, AFTER WE TIE THE KNOT NEXT YEAR.
I know who my real family is now. And it’s not those assholes who say they care, but don’t want to come to an event that is the single-most important day of my life!
If I sound like I’m about to destroy downtown Tokyo, it’s because my heart is shattered into a million pieces right now. I thought these people cared…
I’m so done with playing nice to people who don’t deserve it. I GET FUCKED OVER EVERY TIME. I’M FUCKING DONE!
I’m not sure what to say, because I clearly have no experience in any situation like this, but honestly I think if I was in your shoes I’d also feel like destroying downtown Tokyo and would also be shouting “FUCK EVERYONE ELSE”
There are four people that would want to come, but can’t due to health problems (which I totally understand!): my godmother is taking care of my godfather, who’s gotten really bad due to his seizures; on his side of the family, his Popeye had a stroke recently and his Nana is fighting Alzheimer’s.
We’ll be taking photos on the day, to show them later.
But beyond that? We both have a large extended family, friends of family, and people we grew up with, and of those that are capable of being there… only my mother RSVP’d (and mom’s been over the moon, she’s so happy for me). The rest is dead silence.
Except for my father. He told my mother in a phone call that he would not come (he literally said to her “Tell her I said congratulations, but I won’t be there”), and he has “reasons” that he then refused to explain. Mom held back from telling me until tonight, because she was reluctant to give me the bad news. She knew it would break my heart.
HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE THE BALLS TO TELL ME HIMSELF. WHICH MEANS HE KNOWS HE’S WRONG.
Seriously, not too long ago, he apologized to me for not being constant in my life and said he wanted to make it right by me. Then, after months of silence from him, he refuses to come to my wedding?
That’s the worst part of it. He had a chance. I gave him a chance. He fucked it all up.