Let me write about the wedding whilst I’m in the mood. The invite came over the phone with one proviso ‘WE DON’T WANT YOUR SISTER TO COME’. Yep that’s how it was. As always I didn’t know what to do for the best. My sister was always aloof but a damn sight more important to me than them to be fair. She was my family not them. They used the excuse that she wouldn’t be able to afford it so it was better not to mention it. I was stuck in the middle of family shit once again and I really wished I wasn’t.
My daughter and I went anyway and the shit started pretty much straight away. My stepsister didn’t want to marry this man. She hated him. My dad was wittering on about the expense and my step mother was like a woman possessed, bless her trying to keep it all together. One night the women sat on the balcony slagging off my step brother’s wife because she didn’t wear make up. I was what?! I asked what she did for a living then said if you have such a good job you don’t need to wear make up as you have a brain. They were just bitches. These people weren’t my family. My daughter and I found the local pool and the best shops to escape to. I think this was for 10 days this hell abroad and hell it was.
Anyway the wedding went ahead. It was bizarre. Why not stop it now? All this money and expense on a Florida beach? It was wrong on so many levels but they all followed it through. The fighting, the falling out, the constant drama drained me to the core. This perfect family. What a laugh.
I wished I’d never gone. That I’d not let my daughter be part of my fucked up family’s lives. Witness that shitty behaviour. It’s comical really. My sister thinks I’ve pushed away family. Thing is she doesn’t know the half of it. If she’d have been there she would have too.