The Wedding Post

So on October 20th I got married. To be perfectly honest with you I don't feel different. It does feel strange to look at my left ring finger and see my wedding band but outside of that not much has changed yet.

The ceremony was perfect. We started a half hour late because the zipper on my wife's dress came off and had to be sown back on. I know women reading this will be like "WHAT!?". Yes it's true the zipper came off the dress at 6:15pm. Anyway the ceremony was a dual denominational ceremony, (Jewish and Christian). Most of our guests didn't know what to make of it.

I started this post out saying that the ceremony was perfect. But to be honest there was something that kinda put a stain on it. My mother.

Now I know what y'all are saying, Doc aren't you being a little harsh. Well...No I'm not. See my mother attempted to sing along with our rabbi. It really was annoying. Little did I know this was only of the beginning. See when I look back on my wedding I don't think I'm going to remember all the good things that happened. I fear that I will remember all the negative things that took place. For example, my mother bursting into the kitchen to demand that her table get served first, my mother yelling at my best man, people fighting to get a chair and table, family that decided to invite themselves at the last minute only to give $50 as a gift, my mother commandeering the microphone and telling everyone my full name (something I usually keep hidden).

Before I go any further I want to say that there were a lot of positive things that happened at my wedding. But because of the type of person I am, I will remember the negative things before the positive, (yes I am seeking help for this). The overall experience of getting married is one of the most surreal moments of my life. The reception was a blur. A fun blur but a blur nonetheless.

The wife was unable to move because so many people wanted to say hi and take a picture with her, she looked beautiful and elegant. On the other hand I was able to move around and meet and greet people. I didn't stop moving until the after party. Oh yes there was an after party. Frankly that was the best part of the evening aside from the ceremony. I just wish we took more food home with us.

I am still dealing with my feelings on what my mother did. Not only was it embarrassing but it was uncalled for. I've always been able to forgive her for her outbursts but this time I find it really hard to forgive her. I keep asking myself "Am I a bad person for feeling this way?"