I’m always the less important child
My parents have three kids. I’m the oldest. Middle child we will call John. He’s the golden child. And then the youngest who’s really not important to this story, but he is a boy and that’s kind of important.
Growing up, I was always shoved to the side. My mom wanted three sons. I ruined that for her. My parents treated the three of us very differently. I could never do anything right, the youngest could go either way, but the middle child? He never did anything wrong. I mean we forgot my birthday one year because he had a sports thing. Story of my life, he walks on water.
He hated it too. And the three of us were always close without parental involvement. He and I were especially close. I asked him to be my MOH. He said yes ofc. My wedding is set for May of 2028.
We all just realized that he will actually be graduating in May of 2028. Should be fine, my wedding is early in May and graduation is usually mid May.
Also he has brought no concerns to me. My mom however, she has been on me about moving the YEAR of my wedding because it’s John’s year. She used to be so interested in planning my wedding. It was nice to have her actually want to be a girl mom for a minute because she is absolutely a #boymom. But now she realized that her favorite has an important event that same year and apparently that makes it his year.
This is the woman who convinced me to have a wedding in the first freaking place. I was pretty 50/50 on wedding v eloping. She was so excited about being MOB. But now every conversation has become about me picking a new year. Now I’m stuck between feeling obligated to because I’ve always had to and feeling like for once I get to choose.