Monthly Archives: May 2017
Well… we’ve set a date; October 7th, 2017.
And I’m stressed the fuuuuck out. Finn’s mom originally said we could have it on their property, but that’s changed. We’ve barely started planning, and it’s already turning into something I don’t want.
His parents say they won’t recognise our marriage unless we’re married by a pastor. They don’t want someone to marry us that got their certification online. This already breaks my heart. I don’t consider myself Christian, so this immediately goes against my beliefs.
I want to marry Finn ASAP, but it’s already getting to me. They want a Christian ceremony, and already backed out of letting us use their property, and are now saying they’re not sure if their pastor will travel anywhere. I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It feels like this wedding isn’t going to happen at all, unless it’s on their terms.
I’m lost, and just want my momma.
I’m the youngest of six kids. I’m the product of my mom’s thirdn marriage, my father’s second. I’m the only child they had together. My mom had two sons by her first husband, and two daughters by her second. My father had a son by his first wife. My mom passed away several years ago. My father has since remarried.
Got that? Good. Cause it’s about to get even more complicated.
My youngest sister (YS) has a few undiagnosed mental issues (Definitely a Cluster B disorder). For as long as I can remember, she has to make everything about herself. She has a victim complex. If she feels like someone else is getting attention she believes she deserves, she’ll pick a fight with her chosen victim (usually me or my dad, her step-father). Due to this, she started a fight with my step-mother, causing my whole family to stop talking to each other for YEARS. My father didn’t speak to me for almost three years, because he believed YS’s lies. We’ve since repaired the relationship. I’m now back in contact with everyone. Except her.
A few years back, my father brought me two boxes of family photos, along with my mother’s urn. The only things she didn’t steal when someone let her in my dad’s house. I didn’t ask for any of it. But when my sister found out, she blew a gasket.
Keep in mind, we hadn’t spoken in at least 4 years at that point. I was working on my spine. About two years ago, she re-added me on Facebook, I approved because I’m an idiot, thinking maybe she’d changed. Nope. Within a week, she was harassing me about “when we could go through the pictures,” I gave her times and dates of when I’d be available, but none of them were ever good enough. I eventually just went through the pictures and dropped the ones she specifically mentioned to her husband.
Ohhhh, no. That still wasn’t good enough. She wanted me to drop what I was doing and go to her house to show them to her. (Side step for a minute: My sister is the very embodiment of the ‘Crazy Cat Lady’. She has several cats that refuse to use the litter box, so her whole house has essentially become a litter box. On top of that, she’s also a boarder-line hoarder. It was God-awful the last time I was there in 2009, and I’m told it’s only gotten worse in the past almost eight years. So, how about no? I have zero desire to step foot into that bio-hazard.) After a day or two, she went quite on the subject. So I had assumed it was over.
I did mention I’m an idiot, didn’t I?
Things were quiet, for almost a year and a half (I’ll tell the Thanksgiving story in another post. Maybe), until I announced my engagement to my fiance last week.
I really, really should have seen it coming. (Told you, I’m an idiot.)
She started in on it within hours of finding out. Texting Older Sister (OS). Trying to find information on my dad. OS swears she gray-rocked her. But someone gave YS my dad’s phone number. And she harassed him while he was at work. I was shown the texts, and while they look innocent enough to an outsider, they were full of a Narc’s attempt at hoovering. My dad didn’t fall for it (Smart man.), and when that didn’t work, she took it to Facebook. Where I ignored it. Even when she commented directly on my posts.
I FINALLY grey-rocked the hell outta her. Even when she commented on a post someone else posted on my page. The only reaction that got out of me was to delete it, because it brought my son into it (that’s another issue entirely. His father is alienating me. Changes his number at least every other month, and doesn’t tell my son, so it looks like I’m not trying to contact him. It’s heartbreaking. And her comment pretty much ruined my mother’s day.) Immediately after she posted it, she blocked me. I guess she thought I wouldn’t be able to see it? Or wouldn’t be able to delete the comment, since it wasn’t on my original post? Either way, I was able to do both.
I have also blocked all of her known accounts (Up to 5 now. WTF??), just in case she decides to unblock me to start more shit.
I had a meeting with the school district’s Eligibility Committee this morning, and Z officially has his Individual Education Plan (IEP) for being gifted.
Since we’re at the tail end of the school year (three weeks to go!), it’ll come into effect when he starts middle school at the end of August.
But, holy crap, it’s been one helluva year, and we’re not even halfway through it yet.
- Z’s surgery
- My divorce
- Z being placed in all honors classes next year
- Our engagement
- Z being vetted as gifted.
We can only hope this year continues on this path.