My morning thoughts
Everyone dreams about their wedding day from a young age. It's supposed to be one of the best days of your life. Getting the two families together to create One big, happy family. You dream of your father walking you down the isle and handing you off to your soon-to-be husband, and dreaming of the father-daughter dance.
No one from my side of the family went to my wedding.. not my parents or my brother, they live in another state and couldn't make it... My uncle, who lives on the same small island as me, didn't go. But here's the thing about my uncle, the day before my wedding I went to where he works and had talked to him for a little while. I told him that I wanted him at the court house and the reception afterwards. He promised me he would be there, telling me he would see me the following night.
As the day of my wedding arrived, I was so excited. I knew my parents couldn't make it, so what I did was Skype my parents as me, my,then, soon-to-be husband, and his whole family, and some of our friends walked into the court house. I waited for my Uncle, but realized after minutes passed by that he wasn't going to show. I was okay with it, because I figured that we would be at the reception. The reception seemed to fly by. It was the best night of my life. The building was filled with my husbands parensts, grandma, his brother and his brothers wife and children, most of my husbands coworkers and our friends. But i didn't see my uncle anywhere.
When we got home that night, I checked my phone and found a message from my uncle...
"how'd it go?"
I understand that sometimes life happens, and sometimes other things are more important. But now, almost 4 months after my wedding, I keep asking myself questions. Why wasn't my Uncle able to make it to my wedding? Why would he message me asking how the wedding went, and not even explain why he didn't show?
I have been blessed with my husband and his family. They had taken me in, after I never thought they would speak to me again. I've made so many mistakes, things that I'm so ashamed of. But they took me in anyway, after me showing them that I've grown up, and matured.
I don't know if I'll ever ask my uncle the questions I have. I don't want to ruin the relationship we have now... but what kind of relationship is it, when you don't trust a word that comes out of their mouth?
No one from my side of the family went to my wedding.. not my parents or my brother, they live in another state and couldn't make it... My uncle, who lives on the same small island as me, didn't go. But here's the thing about my uncle, the day before my wedding I went to where he works and had talked to him for a little while. I told him that I wanted him at the court house and the reception afterwards. He promised me he would be there, telling me he would see me the following night.
As the day of my wedding arrived, I was so excited. I knew my parents couldn't make it, so what I did was Skype my parents as me, my,then, soon-to-be husband, and his whole family, and some of our friends walked into the court house. I waited for my Uncle, but realized after minutes passed by that he wasn't going to show. I was okay with it, because I figured that we would be at the reception. The reception seemed to fly by. It was the best night of my life. The building was filled with my husbands parensts, grandma, his brother and his brothers wife and children, most of my husbands coworkers and our friends. But i didn't see my uncle anywhere.
When we got home that night, I checked my phone and found a message from my uncle...
"how'd it go?"
I understand that sometimes life happens, and sometimes other things are more important. But now, almost 4 months after my wedding, I keep asking myself questions. Why wasn't my Uncle able to make it to my wedding? Why would he message me asking how the wedding went, and not even explain why he didn't show?
I have been blessed with my husband and his family. They had taken me in, after I never thought they would speak to me again. I've made so many mistakes, things that I'm so ashamed of. But they took me in anyway, after me showing them that I've grown up, and matured.
I don't know if I'll ever ask my uncle the questions I have. I don't want to ruin the relationship we have now... but what kind of relationship is it, when you don't trust a word that comes out of their mouth?
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