So.........went to the wedding. The bride was drunk before the ceremony started. She and my son gave each other shots of tequila righ before the vows, as part of the ceremony. Oh, yeah, my inner Southern Baptish cringed, not gonna lie. She had RED eyes before she ever came down the aisle. I know this because the little building in which the wedding took place at the last minute was small and I ran into her. She did not recognize me, but, grin, I recognized her. Oh, yeah, I did.
This was the fourth time I've met her in four years. I've spoken to her twice in those years. This day was NOT one of them. She was too busy being full of herself and drunk and I never registered on her radar. But, she registered on mine. Blink. Blank stare.
My ex-husband, father of the groom, my second born son and his wife, my ex-brother-in-law AND his wife all told me the girl asked my son to marry her over 10 times and, if she has her way, would get pregnant THAT NIGHT. Keep in mind, those who told me do NOT talk to me on a regular basis. I did not ask questions, I was TOLD these opinions without any prompting. So..................ha ha ha ha ha ha........................I believe they were all disappointed in me when I didn't do a damned thing about any of their rumors, speculations, hints, etc.
Nope. Didn't say a thing. I danced with my son. I congratulated his wife. I did NOTHING. I think I disappointed them. I taught each and every one of them what it was to say and do something about something with which you disagreed. They're all grown, they will or they won't. That is NOT on me.
My baby is happy. It's all I've ever wanted for him and just because I truly dislike the one he has chosen to love does nothing to dampen my happiness for him. Period. Oh, chuckle, they ALL dislike her, but...........they're gonna have to deal with that themselves. I'm a bad guy, but I choose when I am. :)