I don’t understand what I did to my father that was so terrible it made him not love me. I don’t understand why it didn’t bother me as a teenager,….but for the past few years I just haven’t been able to let it go
I don’t understand why I never saw my grandmother for the horrible snob that she is before now,….
When I was a kid I only saw her once a year,…..and I always thought she was the neatest person,….but now that I’m older,….now that I watch her,…..she’d eat her own young if she thought it made her look better
All day Saturday all we heard was how I haven’t found myself yet, and need to hurry up,…..she kept asking my dad’s best friend jimmy how his sister Stephanie was (Stephanie was his first wife, my mother’s best friend at the time, who he divorced and hasn’t spoken to in 20 years)…….and how poor scott’s family is and that’s why they didn’t all come,…..
Honestly, its my father’s third wedding,…….why would scott come,…no offence, but its not like these things stick around here,…..speakin of,….
That’s why my grandmother kept sayin,….to jia’s family,….to dad’s friends,…..”I hope this one makes it”
How rude is that,……as hurt as I was, I didn’t make a scene,….i was charming and sweet,….i entertained jia’s friends and family while still retrieving beer for the guys while they cooked, and inserting the occasional comment to make sure they all feel important,…..
I toted,…I fetched,….i corralled children that don’t belong to me,…..i doted on jia’s parents and made her son feel welcomed,……I don’t know what more I could have done
Dad’s friends were great though,…..some of them I haven’t seen since I was 10 or so, and I had to pull out my drivers licence so they would really believe I was me,…….they hugged and squeezed me, and called me sally girl just like they did when I was little,…….kent (who I seriously had the biggest crush on when I was alittle girl) made sure my glass was always full and that I got a piece of cake,…..pulled off his boots and went barefoot in the mud so I didn’t feel so bad about my own muddy feet,…..it rained all morning and with an outside reception, it was easier to take off my heels than it was to just sink in the mud,…..he even said I could pull off the sundress, wet hair, muddy look anytime I wanted too,……he kept givin me his chair and makein me laugh,…..it was nice to have kent entertain me after I had to entertain all those other people,……it was nice to just relax and laugh
My father never got around to talkin to me on his wedding day,…..though his bride and I spent a lot of the morning together,……the 30 or so guests were just too much for him to navigate, most of which were his fishing buddies,….i can understand how it would be hard from him to break away,……he did smile at me once, from across the yard,……I suppose I’m a lucky gi
