Memorial Day conjures images of grilling out, the first jump into a chilly pool, banners and bunting of red, white, and blue; thoughts of spending time relaxing, enjoying the smell of fresh cut grass, and a kickoff to the lazy days of summer. Not to mention, a rare paid day off work.
Every Memorial Day weekend since we met, my DH and I have gone down to his parent's beach house on the Outer Banks - we relax, work on our tans, perhaps venture into the water after the dogs. We get to spend time with his parents, brother, and grandmother in a low pressure atmosphere.
Not this year. This year, the fiance of one of my DH's relatives decided that Memorial Day Weekend was the perfect time to get married. And that a highly trafficked and congested vacation area of the East Coast was the perfect location for friends and family to gather.
The only time I have met most of this side of my DH's family was at our wedding 5 years ago. That may be coloring my view, as I am not looking forward to interacting with people I barely know. We are attending because this is the first time since our wedding that they are gathering, and it is important to my MIL for us to attend (it is her side of the family, we see my FIL's side of the family on a much more regular basis).
I have to admit, if this wedding was any other weekend, I would be looking forward to it. But I am resentful for many reasons, all of which are related to it being over the Memorial Day Weekend. Reasons which I will not list out because some are purely selfish, and some are way too tangled to try to explain clearly.
Stay tuned for a recap...will it be as bad as I feared or worse? Or will I have a good time in spite of myself?
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