awkward pause
Last Monday we went to Outback for dinner because My Honey wasn’t in a cooking mood. I was willing to cook, but as usual, My Honey refused to eat anything I cooked (something about salmonella chicken which, quite frankly, I don’t understand given I’ve never given myself or anyone food poisoning).
He told me that his oldest brother called to inform him that he was getting married in the next few months. The wedding is to be held at the Kingdom Hall (brother is a Jehovah’s Witness) followed by a reception on a yacht circling Manhattan (or something like that, I wasn't really listening).
My Honey asked for the date so we could request it off in advance.
Awkward pause
“You’re invited, Diego isn’t.”
Awkward pause
Controlling every inclination to lash out, My Honey replied “Why didn’t you say so in the beginning instead of going into all your wedding specifics? If we’re not invited, I won’t be going.”
I was speechless for a few minutes while we chomped on the Kookaburra Wings (hot, medium, or mild? … actually, no spices at all as they wreak havoc on my sensitive tummy). My carefully worded response was, “Are you less gay when I'm not around? Your brother didn’t seem to have a problem when he needed a vacation and stayed in our gay house, slept in our gay guestroom, and ate our gay food (mimosas and quiche). Screw him if he doesn’t want me to go to his wedding. But you should go because he’s your brother.”
“That’s not happening.”
My Honey’s in Connecticut this week seeing his family and will undoubtedly have a follow up conversation with his brother. I don’t envy him having to deal with his brother who has some firm beliefs (and some extreme ones at that … think freaky survivalist … “why save for the kids’ college funds if the world is going to end?”). So glad I don’t have to deal with him … I wouldn’t be as civil as My Honey can be.
I’ve told a few of my friends and they’ve asked how I feel about not being invited. Honestly, I could give a shit. It’s his wedding and ultimately his right to decide on who's invited. I’m not at all religious so it’s hard for me to understand how he came to his decision, but I do think this, what kind of God looks favorably on exclusion and non-acceptance? He’ll have to deal with it whenever his judgment day arrives (or whatever equivalent Witnesses' have).
I wish My Honey can quickly come to terms with his brother's decision and move on, but I know it's a process he has to go through. Bottom line … I don’t have to ride six hours to attend a Jehovah’s Witness’ wedding in bunghole Connecticut and more importantly, I don’t have to be stuck with a slew of religious zealots on a yacht where no music is played and no alcohol is served … Woo Hoo! I’m starting to think there may be a God afterall.
He told me that his oldest brother called to inform him that he was getting married in the next few months. The wedding is to be held at the Kingdom Hall (brother is a Jehovah’s Witness) followed by a reception on a yacht circling Manhattan (or something like that, I wasn't really listening).
My Honey asked for the date so we could request it off in advance.
Awkward pause
“You’re invited, Diego isn’t.”
Awkward pause
Controlling every inclination to lash out, My Honey replied “Why didn’t you say so in the beginning instead of going into all your wedding specifics? If we’re not invited, I won’t be going.”
I was speechless for a few minutes while we chomped on the Kookaburra Wings (hot, medium, or mild? … actually, no spices at all as they wreak havoc on my sensitive tummy). My carefully worded response was, “Are you less gay when I'm not around? Your brother didn’t seem to have a problem when he needed a vacation and stayed in our gay house, slept in our gay guestroom, and ate our gay food (mimosas and quiche). Screw him if he doesn’t want me to go to his wedding. But you should go because he’s your brother.”
“That’s not happening.”
My Honey’s in Connecticut this week seeing his family and will undoubtedly have a follow up conversation with his brother. I don’t envy him having to deal with his brother who has some firm beliefs (and some extreme ones at that … think freaky survivalist … “why save for the kids’ college funds if the world is going to end?”). So glad I don’t have to deal with him … I wouldn’t be as civil as My Honey can be.
I’ve told a few of my friends and they’ve asked how I feel about not being invited. Honestly, I could give a shit. It’s his wedding and ultimately his right to decide on who's invited. I’m not at all religious so it’s hard for me to understand how he came to his decision, but I do think this, what kind of God looks favorably on exclusion and non-acceptance? He’ll have to deal with it whenever his judgment day arrives (or whatever equivalent Witnesses' have).
I wish My Honey can quickly come to terms with his brother's decision and move on, but I know it's a process he has to go through. Bottom line … I don’t have to ride six hours to attend a Jehovah’s Witness’ wedding in bunghole Connecticut and more importantly, I don’t have to be stuck with a slew of religious zealots on a yacht where no music is played and no alcohol is served … Woo Hoo! I’m starting to think there may be a God afterall.
1 comment:
LOFL, I totally agree with the ending of your entry. Be grateful. I hate even mildly religious weddings.
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