(I’ve seen your Avatar before…so pretty!…You are like gift wrap, and I wonder what’s inside.)
Note to self…focus, woman…(I’m rushing to my computer, uncombed hair, stinky, fighting all the way because I forbade myself to post this
morning!!! I’ve got to move out of the old place and paying double rent…)
You have great advice above! Their life together will be a different matter but right now...the wedding...
I had a mother from hell and then a mother-in-law from hell. I know that’s not nice to say, but sometimes the truth isn’t nice….um…don’t
like that…everything happens for a reason and I wouldn’t be here, writing this to you if they weren’t part of the journey…
The thing is, they had never met and were going to meet at our wedding. Talk about sweating bullets. They both thought my breathing was a waste of
fresh air and they bonded over their mutual disdain. I had to pretend that none of it bothered me, as that was my only containment tool on them.
The issue was this thing about big reception tables and the large table for the bride and groom and the other VIPs of the wedding, meaning pretty much
starting our first meal in a poison sandwich. That was the one thing that I lost the most sleep over. I could just see myself sitting there, looking
miserable…and then I had an idea…
I arranged, in the midst of all these big round tables to seat eight (thank God, our friends loved us both) to have a tiny, romantic, square table for
two set up smack dab in the middle of the room. It had the same flowers that all the other tables had, but less and in a smaller vase. To make it more
special, even though everyone else had nice wine glasses, we purchased two very beautiful glasses to drink from on our first meal together as husband
and wife, and then, we continued to toast our life together on every anniversary with those same glasses. What was an unexpected benefit was that I
couldn't see, hear or feel all the nasty comments off to the side "grown ups" table...all I could feel were those tables of friends around us and all
I could see was the man I loved, smiling at me. That was almost 42 years ago and counting...but it was yesterday.
Anyway…you might run that idea past her. Our mothers actually accepted it when I told them that we wanted to have this “romantic table” of just
the two of us. Years later, someone told me that they hated weddings but ours was the best they had attended. Lots of funny stories about it,
Good luck! You can always PM me if you need to vent privately…