Disowned

Hello faithful reader. I am shunned. In exile. Banished (to be prounounced banishED to really drive the point home). My family have disowned me. Kind of.

"Why?" you might well ask. Well, you'd think I did something truly terrible such as kill someone's pet, admit to secretly liking Michale Buble or not suitably disguising my sizeable girth (capital offence as far as my grandmother is concerned - she doesn't like having a fat grandaughter). No, my crime was to say I didn't want to invite one of my aunts to my wedding. MY wedding.

Now, I'm not getting all Bridezilla but actually, this one really is up to me.

You see, my aunt is horrible. Poisonous. She can't help herself. She's mean, she's cruel and she will never consider if she's being inapproriate as nothing is more important to her than coming out on top. And I know this will include my wedding day: she will try to make it about her.

And now my gran says she doesn't think she can be a part of my wedding. Which has broken my heart. You see, I don't have a mother or a father. I have a motley crew of sisters (well, two) who I get on with 'ok' and two other aunts who are 'with mum' on this one. So what now?

Well, some would say I should go ahead and fuck them. But what happens when His family ask where mine are? What happens when my friends from my teens ask where my gran is? I'll have to explain. Over and over. And justify myself. On the day that's supposed to be about love and fun and me and Him.

I'm not sure I can do it. So there are two choices now. I invite Monster Aunt and take the risk she'll behave for once in her life. Or We go and do it quietly. Shamefacedly.

Suggestions? I don't know now. All I know is that if my mum was here she'd have come and I wouldn't have needed anyone else.

And now, whatever happens, I'll know that it won't really be the day I wanted because my family couldn't respect my wishes just once.

Just once.