A Time and Place for Everything

The time and place this whole fiasco was to take place took more than a year to decide. It feels much longer though. When we first started to look we didn't have a house, and the crappy economy wasn't at the front of everyone's minds yet. The republican party still had a good hold on the government and their dogs adamantly refused to say that we were in a recession.

Does that feel like a long time ago to anyone else?

I any case the stars apparently have to align for you to have both a date and a place that you want. Having one without the other is totally useless in this process, you have to have both at the same time. It took us 2 months to learn that. Once that was learned why did it take so long? Because the Mother-N-Law and HER couldn't agree with anything. You see, back when I first proposed (and I did so knowing this would happen) we started talking about weddings. I gave her two options. I, the person who thinks weddings are superficial costly affairs, could have 50% of the say when it comes to decision making or I can do what most husbands do and pretend to care about every 3rd or 4th thing brought up to me. Her choose option A the 50% and we started planning. For the most part we agreed with everything or came to a compromise. It was actually kind of fun. When it came to talking to HER's mother about it though all of those ideas were basically tossed out the window and our wedding became the Mother-N-Law's show.

The fighting and frustration was mostly shouldered by HER. I was not allowed to speak to the Mother-N-Law because apparently I'm a loud and unfeeling machine and that's likely to pop the Mother-N-Law's bubble of emotionally charge, guilt powered paradigm. In HER's defense, that was probably a good idea. I probably would have been unmoved by the reasons why she would have wanted to do something and my stubbornness would probably make the Mother-N-Law want to kill me. The problem with that is that nothing really got done and had to deal with all of that mostly on her own. At this time I do want to point out that HER did a great job standing up for my right to have 50% say on this whole shindig. Wonderful job baby, I'm sorry it caused you so much trouble.

So a year of this goes on. HER fights with her mom, gets frustrated and comes crying to me, wishing she just listened to her father and eloped while begging me to not get involved. Personally I was starting to get tired of all this energy spent and making no progress what so ever. It wasn't until one day after another really long discussion between HER and the Mother-N-Law had a talk and finally got so fed up she refused to discuss it anymore and was going to let it be and if nothing happened by this day we would just get eloped.

To Be Continued...