catering a wedding you weren't even invited to... there must be more to the story.
And there is.
I spent the day before working on the same wedding too. (only about 5 hours)
Sadly, I don't think the story dictates the ending. Instead, I'm pretty sure the ending is just illustrates that I want the world to work out better for others than it has for me. Nolie tried to make my wedding nice for me, so I worked my tush off to make her sister's wedding wonderful for everyone else. (even the people who wanted me to fall off the face of the earth)
On the other hand, with three days notice I can not only move a family of four almost three hundred miles, but apparently I can cater a wedding. Tired though I was when it was over... even depressed beyond words... I was at least proud of the effort I put into making it a good day for Julie.
One day, could someone tell me I did okay? Otherwise I'm pretty sure, I was the best awful wedding coordinator/caterer that ever existed.... un-contracted or otherwise. And yet I gave it my best and I was for a moment sure... it was even better than my own wedding reception...
At least it was love filled from the word go.... would that love filled the world for a moment longer and I could just revel in it....
I want her to be happy and loved forever.... but truthfully, I'd like to be happy and loved forever too.... I'm just more hopeful for her than me. Life is just never that kind to me when it comes to marriage...
I have wonderful children who I love and sometimes love me back so I should not complain, I"m luckier than others... and feel guilty daily for it.
did anyone ever notice I'm a strange mix between gratitude and guilt.... if I ever make it out on my own.... I should have a company called GtoG and never tell anyone it doesn't mean goood to go... but instead... guilt to gratitude and see what works out.
./sigh
