It also entailed other peeps despising me. Talking shit about me. Nevermind, Ms. Mamma keeps trudging along, making tracks and paying no mind to the bitches that would otherwise bring her down with their outright negativity. Fuck them. I will do continue to work hard and continue to wish you well even though you have nothing positive to say about me.
Ms. Mamma is an engaged 43 year woman child that at times does not know how to communicate. She is living with her beloved until that blissful day, June 15 and wonders, is this the right thing to do? I never WANTED to live with anyone UNTIL I was married, but here I am. I wound up preggo a few years ago using this same type of logic. It seems to get me everywhere I always thought I'd be but never seemed to get to in the "right" way. I suppose there never is a right way.
So goes...
Planing a wedding in middle age is completely lackluster. No one seems to be excited about anything except for my Maid of Honor. Am I not supposed to be gushing about love and everything that comes with it? I hate to be Debbie Downer, maybe if I were in my 20's things would be different. I don't know. It just seems lame to be planning a wedding that is supposed to take place in a few months and there is no excitement.
Except for a new pair of Fluevogs. Yay.
I had a huge ordeal with my brother and "the woman he LOVES." They were supposed to stand up in the wedding. They broke up for a second time since being engaged in June of last year. She sent me a text telling me not to count on her because they couldn't be together because of his little boy. Via text, I told her to send the dress back(frowny face). Good riddance, I thought.
This is the same couple that proclaims to be a gift unto us all with their universal love. What a crock of shit. His 'fiance' is ultimately the most negative person I have ever encountered in my life. She calls my nephew a "belligerent hateful creature." He's seven. Seriously? I think she's projecting. BIG TIME.
Fast forward a few days later and my mother calls to muscle me from Jamaica to let them back into the wedding. Because they are (surprise!!!) back together! Oh joy! And "what is everyone going to think if your ONLY brother isn't in the wedding party?!" OMFG, I don't know mom, prolly nothing?
I can't wait until my brother makes some ridiculous out of place speech about his "lady" at my wedding if they're still together. I can already picture it. Can anyone clue me in to what I'm supposed to be feeling right now? I've been on my own and independent for so long, I'm not sure. Maybe that is fucked up. I don't know.
I deactivated my Facebook and I have to say it is kind of liberating. I didn't tell anyone. BUT, the wonder couple noticed and said, "What were you thinking? We thought you defriended us!" OMFG, for reals? And this is why I quit. And I'm old enough to know I can quit anything I want at anytime. And I can start over. I can still be whatever I want to be. Except for a real rockstar. I never wanted to be that anyway. Hugs and Kisses.
