Well, my mom was here all of last week to do wedding planning. We're getting close. Less than two months. It was a busy week but overall, quite good. We got to do lots of things like taste cake! My favorite part! But, unfortunately, with the wonderful came some bad.
I mentioned before how hard it seems to be to join two families together. No matter how small they are. Everyone brings different life experiences, values and ideas to the table. And sometimes that can cause real friction. Sunday became the Clash of the Titans.
My mother and fiance got into a fight. It's not important why. But terrible things were said. Hurtful things. And it will be very difficult to recover from it. TO even get back to the point where we all were before.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a fear of conflict. Especially between people I care about. It not only makes me want to go and hide under my bed but it also makes me physically ill. To see the people I love most in all the world fighting is almost more than I can bear. And the worst part is that we had had a lovely week. And Sunday ruined it all. Before my mom arrived, I bought a bottle of champagne and I was planning for us to drink it on Sunday to celebrate a fun and productive week. Needless to say, it is still sitting in the fridge.
I guess I'm not sure how we will recover from this. I want more than anything for this wedding to be a happy and joyful time. But it only seems to spark conflict.
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I'm sorry you had such a hard time. I am sort of the opposite - I don't run from conflict, and while I don't like it per se, I kind of see it as necessary sometimes. The thing I like about conflicts is that everyone gets their grivances out in the open, and then you can move on from there. I don't know what happened, but maybe you can look at it as a new starting point. And usually when things come to a head like that, they've been brewing for a while.
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