I spent a lot of time at Mass this morning thinking about this. I know, I know - I should have been thinking about other things! I wouldn't care so much if I knew she would stay across the room from me and give me a wide berth. But she is the type that will come over to you at first feigning friendship and when she's rebuffed she will then inform you that you are bitter and unforgiving and that she has her ladies group praying for you. Ugh.
Sorry, but when someone calls your mother a "slut" and your father a "rotter" what the hell are you supposed to do?! Yes, she called them these names. Oh, and Tim was a "wimp" and Luke was a "brat."
So I have less than 10 months to get my head around this mess.
On the other hand I was very pleased to hear that the kids have asked a relative who is a retired army chaplain to officiate at the wedding! That means a dignifed service and some prayers. I think this gentleman is Lutheran but I am not sure. I don't care - at least it's not some gray-haired old hippie woman playing priestess!
OK, that's my rant for the day.
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