Please forgive my transgressions – if I had only known what was going on, I swear this story would not exist.
The same month my now husband proposed he received an invitation to a high school friend’s wedding. The invitation was a series of postcards – some with pictures or poems and some with vital information. I only saw this invitation once. I do admit that it was a bit confusing. My husband-to-be, B, let me know the weekend of the wedding and as he had enough frequent flyer miles for a companion ticket, he offered to pay my fare. I would like to also point out that this wedding would be close to his hometown in Maryland and I would be visiting his parents’ house for the first time as a daughter-in-law to be. So, I would like to chalk some of this up to having butterflies…
Two weeks before the wedding B informs me that he has goofed up and the wedding is Sunday afternoon not Saturday as we had both assumed. This is after our return flight is scheduled. He says that he has already asked the airline about changing the ticket, but my companion ticket cannot be changed. I asked if he would be letting his friends know – there should still be time to reduce the number for the caterer. “Oh, yes. Don’t worry about it.” (hear ominous music…)
B and I spend a lovely couple of days with his parents. On Saturday we are going to attend a BBQ held by the bride’s parents. I bring our wedding gift and meet some of B’s other high school friends. When we get to the party B won’t let me bring the gift into the house. He claims that we will bring it in later so that the couple won’t have to be distracted. I balk and say that we are already not showing up to the wedding and I feel funny not bringing the gift in. One of B’s college buddies is surprised to learn that we will not be at the ceremony. B then confesses that he hasn’t told the couple yet… He swears that he will tell them as soon as he tactfully can.
I swear that I wanted to stay in the car and die of humiliation. Instead, I did attend a truly lovely, lovely BBQ. The food, decorations and decorum of all of the guests is everything that etiquette could have demanded.
It gets worse. The night goes on and on and the party dwindles to good friends of the bride and groom. While we were chatting the bride gets a call from a cousin who at first had insisted that her five children HAD to be invited to the wedding and is now canceling. The bride pulls out her seating chart for her reception. B and I are still on the chart… I look at it. I look at B. The bride e looks at me. “What?!” She is almost hysterical. I had to tell her that we would not be attending the ceremony or reception the next day. I cry. She cries. B gets their gift from the car…
I feel that by confessing I have in some way atoned for this sin. Please have mercy on my soul – I have been carrying this story for 7 years! 0505-10