It’s been a while since I’ve written here. I have a “normal” blog that’s all happy and cheerful and stuff, so I’ve been posting there a bit. But today I had to rant.
My oldest daughter is now 17. Her boyfriend proposed at the prom, and they’ve decided to get married in 2011. Well, at first she wanted to get married in November, because it would be when they were both 19 and it would be in the fall with the trees’ colors and the cool air making it a nice for an outdoor wedding. I was OK with that, though her father says she’s marrying this jerk over his dead body. Well, now she’s decided the wedding will be on her 19th birthday. I texted her and told her that was a bad idea since it screws her out of stuff for their entire marriage (not just stuff, but reasons to celebrate, etc) and it was likely due to him just wanting less dates to remember. She texted bad and said that it was indeed his idea and it was to make sure they didn’t fight over him forgetting their anniv. Well hell! If he thinks he’s going to forget the anniversary and they’re NOT EVEN MARRIED YET, then why the hell even bother with this idiot.??? If he can’t pull his head out of his ass long enough to put an alarm on his phone or mark a damn calendar, what makes her think he’ll care enough to come home at night????!?!?!?!
What kills me the most though is she actually said he cares more about her than we do. …. She is my first born. My baby. I sat up holding her hand every night for months because she’d have bad dreams and was afraid to go to sleep alone. I worried more about her spending the night at her grandma’s when I was in labor with my second – than I worried about my second being OK. My oldest was my whole world. I’m sure my husband wasn’t happy about that, but it’s just how I was. And now she’s 17, apparently some asshat highschool dropout jerk care more about her than i do.
Even her grandfather didn’t like him before he’d even met him just from the smirk on the kid’s face in their prom pictures.
At least she is going to NY next week. She’ll be gone with her 13 yr old sister and her grandmother and stay with family on Long Island who have some money. They even asked if they could spoil them. I’m hoping the time apart from asshat boy will help her realize she can make her own decisions and not have to listen to his incessant whining. Everytime I had her talked into this trip, the boy would whine and talk her out of going. He’d miss her TOO MUCH. HAH! This kept going back and forth, him undoing everything I’d done to get her to go willingly, til I told her she had no choice. Finally her uncle in NY talked to her and convinced her to go and like it. I’m fairly sure he bribed her. Whatever it takes.
I just wish she’d look for someone other than a HS dropout mama’s boy.
