July 2
My mom called. Maybe to live in the glory of how terrible she knew it was going to be. But I didn't tell her much. I don't know who'd really want to hear about the wedding of their ex-husband and father of your kids. I know she thought she wanted to know, but I didn't want to hurt her. I can't handle it when she's sad.
Instead I talked about me. How I looked like a wet dog. How Sally called Jake Mike. How I got pushed out during the boquet toss even though I was fighting. That was really wierd. All of a sudden I'm being dragged by two women onto a floor to catch some stupid flower arrangement. I was shouting, "I'm not single! That's my boyfriend!" And pointing at Jake's horrified face. They didn't actually get me onto the floor with all the fighting back but I was so embarrased and felt awful for Jake. Fouror five different people called him Mike even though they don't look or act anything alike.
So I tell my mom all this and she says "Well, none of us really like Jake. You and Mike were a better fit."
How am I supposed to move forward if everyone keeps dragging me back? How can they not like him? He's likeable! They all acted like it was fine and he was fine and they were fine.
Fakers.
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