It was an interesting weekend, to say the least.
As some of you may know, my father got re-married on Saturday. It was an extremely bittersweet situation for me and more than just a bit uncomfortable for a number of reasons. At the end of the day, though, things didn’t turn out too badly.
As I’ve mentioned before, I was really hurt because my dad picked my younger brother to be the best man. Not a huge deal in the grand scheme of things, but still…it hurt. As I saw the venue and realized how the wedding was progressing, it didn’t quite bother me so much. It just didn’t seem…I dunno…real to me. It was inside of a restaurant and everything looked a bit cheesy. I was almost glad to be sitting on the sidelines. So did it bother me leading up to the wedding? Yeah…it absolutely did. Am I alright with not being included? Yeah…I absolutely am.
It was also very surreal to see my dad marry someone who wasn’t my mom. Obviously, I want my dad to be happy. From the day my mom was diagnosed with cancer, I’ve barely seen a day where my dad smiled or laughed. His new wife is a great person…someone who makes him genuinely happy and helps to put a smile on his face all of the time. They’re really great together and I’m super happy for them. It was just odd to see the whole thing happen in front of me.
I’ve thought about this and I think that mom would be very happy with what’s going on. She would be happy that he has found someone that makes him smile again. So if I think that she would be happen for him, then I’m totally happy for him, too.
Once the wedding was over, we all head back to my dad’s house for some mingling. I sat at the kitchen table with Sunshine, my new stepbrother, and my new stepsister & her boyfriend. I gotta say…I really like this other side of the family!
What I like about them the most is that they, apparently, grew up with very similar views of their mom as I do of my dad. They weren’t afraid to tell stories of parenting fails, which was odd to me considering the situation. But in the end, it really helped me identify with them. We turned out differently (my stepbrother is a 39-year-old punker who is also a social worker), but we have a lot in common. We talked and drank and talked and drank for the rest of the evening. It was a helluva great time and really helped me move past the awkwardness of the wedding ceremony itself.
In the end, both Sunshine and I carried a 2-day hangover…but I felt as though I shed a lot of pent-up emotion about it all. I’m still not 100% excited about how the wedding went down, but I’m okay with how it ended up. My dad’s happy…and that’s all that really matters to me.