My mom tried to get me to move my wedding to a more “convenient” time.
Buttermilk pancake and scrambled eggs with bacon. Lol kosher special moment.
My mom wants me to move up my wedding with my fiancée to the day after my cousin’s wedding, because it means we can reuse the tables and chairs and stuff, and all of my side of the family will already be there.
I’ve felt like the inconvenient daughter for 30 fucking years at this point. It took me ten years to finish college, I’ve needed financial support my whole life until about a month ago, I had to be in and out of hospitals with cancer. Mom took years to be okay with me coming out as a lesbian to boot.
My partner and I don’t need a fancy wedding. I for one don’t care if the decorations are fancy and expensive, I don’t need an insanely overpriced dress, all of that. I don’t even object in principle to having the same weekend as my cousin. No, the problem is that my mom wants us to get married in 5 months, on my cousin’s timeline, before my fiancee is finished converting to Judaism (which she wants to do before we get married!), before my rabbi is off sabbatical to perform the ceremony, without even considering travel for my in-laws who aren’t as well off as my family and will have trouble getting down here, or the fact that my new job isn’t accruing PTO yet.
It’s just… hurtful to feel like I’m such a burden. I already know I am, I already know I’m the screwup daughter of the family. I don’t need my wedding day to be a reminder.
I talked to one of my siblings and I’m going to tear mom a long bloody strip about it when I can get her on the phone next, because I’m hurt as fuck about it, so I know what I’m going to do. I just need to get this off my chest to people who will hear me.