Too young, too broke, too happy, too desperate.

Fucking bitches.

So I'm getting married, right? Not because I want someone to take care of me forever. Not because I'm pregnant. Not because we live together. Not for a million other judgmental reasons that people are pulling out of their ass. Is it bad that I have a witty response to their totally inappropriate and intrusive questions?

What about the normal annoying questions? Can I see the ring, how's he propose, when's the wedding, how'd you meet, are you excited? Followed promptly by awww I'm so happy for you.

Seriously? Can I have more of that? More yay and less nay?

Who in their right mind thinks it's okay to ask these questions:

So when's the baby due?

Aw that's too bad, you had your whole life ahead of you.

To so-and-so? Or the other guy? Wait, who are you with again?

Why bother?

You're making a big mistake.

I hate my husband, don't get married.

That's a bad idea, you're going to regret it. So can I come to the wedding?

You're just going to get divorced.

Weddings are expensive, I thought you were too cheap to get married.

I can think of other girls who would be happier to marry him.

You're so lucky you're getting married, then you'll never have to work again.

Well at least if you get fired or something you can always divorce him and live off of alimony money.

But what if you find someone else? You're like, stuck with this guy if you marry him.

I always figured he'd find someone better than you.


No, not all of those are questions, some of them are just asinine statements of their unwelcome opinions.  I'd love to say that that's it, but there's more.  I just don't have any desire to relive them.  Those are from extended family, friends I had in high school, unhappy coworkers, and the majority of them are from people in a church. Like at church. 

What. The. Fuck.

Needless to say we're having an itty bitty wedding with happy, close friends only.

They don't understand, they're not in my life, they don't know my life inside and out.  They weren't there for the precise, tiny, perfect moments that made me fall in love with the man that I'm fully assured that I want to spend the rest of my life with.  The man that won me over with his smile and his humor and his dog.  The man that I go adventuring with, the man that buys me cool whip when I'm miserable and hate everything, the man that watches Zombie movies with me, that goes shooting with me, that encourages me and makes me happy, the man who happens to be my best friend.  For whom my love never strays, never falters, never believes anything other than the truth in him, for no matter what happens, no matter what people assume, no matter where we end up, we will end up there together.  Because he is the one.

So everyone else can get over themselves.

Love,
Alice