I have been married now for 48 years. Ours was an "interesting" wedding. I was 16 and pregnant; Rick was 19. Our parents were so frustrated with us they didn't know what to do. Rick's mother went to her pastor (our minister) in despair that I would never be the kind of wife her son deserved. His father said he wouldn't attend the wedding if Rick didn't shave his mustache; he didn't shave and his dad attended the wedding, but there was a lot of yelling going on about it. My parents were beside themselves and my grandmother refused to go to the wedding, although she did come to the house afterward. I had deeply disappointed her and she never really cared that much for Rick.
Before the ceremony, the music was probably more deserving of a funeral. I didn't know any better and I asked my GF (instead of my sister) to be my maid of honor. THAT went over like a lead balloon.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
FWIW, Rick's mother now considers me her daughter, not her DIL.
Before the ceremony, the music was probably more deserving of a funeral. I didn't know any better and I asked my GF (instead of my sister) to be my maid of honor. THAT went over like a lead balloon.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
FWIW, Rick's mother now considers me her daughter, not her DIL.