You guys! I have a sister-in-law! WEIRD! My brother got married last weekend, and I totally thought he was still like 12.
This was a very odd trip, and I was not sure how exactly to sum it up here without boring everyone to death. Here are some more amusing realizations I had. Okay, maybe they won’t all be amusing, but they’ll be something.
1) If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably read my tweets about how I sweat profusely in yoga class while everyone else seems to be sweating a less and more reasonable amount. I know now that I have my grandmother to thank for this annoying and smelly trait. My brother got married on a mountain, and we had to walk up a hill to get to the ceremony location. My grandmother had some sizable beads of sweat on the nape of her neck when we arrived at the top, and I thought, “There we have it, folks.” Can’t argue with genetics, unfortunately.
2) I think my parents might be high all time at this point. I’m obviously kidding, but I don’t know what the hell happened to them. They’re the cool parents all of a sudden. The people who wouldn’t even allow me to have an adult beverage at dinner on my 21st birthday are amused by the drunk antics of my youngest brother’s underage girlfriend. Oh, and I drank whiskey with my stepmom while Harrison was taking drinks to my stressed-out dad. What the hell, parents?
3) My sister and her fiancé drink a disgusting amount of Red Bull. Watching people drink something that looks like antifreeze and may have some of the same ingredients makes me sad for their insides.
4) I almost never wear proper footwear for my environment.
5) Wyoming lacks common-sense. Liquor and Fireworks are not a good thing to sell in the same place. I’m not sure how one would come to the conclusion that those two things should be sold in a store together.
I think it goes without saying that when you put a family with a considerable amount of baggage in a situation where they are forced to be in close proximity, issues are bound to come to the surface. Of course, my biological mother, who I wrote about in a previous post, was there for the festivities. She was instructed by several people to not speak to me or to Harrison. To be honest, I was surprised by this. I’m more surprised that she actually complied, but I didn’t ask anyone to do that. I’m sure that they simply wanted to ensure a drama-free weekend. I mean, of course there was drama- it’s a wedding. She was involved (it’s her thing), but I was not, thank you very much.
In being around her for the for the first time in over 6 years, I definitely felt reaffirmed in the decision I made to remove myself from that situation and in how I feel about what family means. That doesn’t mean that it’s an easy thing for some people to understand. Harrison had a hard time seeing my sister and youngest brother obviously stuck in the middle and being pulled between the stability of my dad and stepmom and the feeling of being obligated to stifle any chaos before it happens on the other side. And this makes me wonder if despite the initial challenges of removing a family member from my life, did I take the easy way out and leave them hanging out to dry? Did I abandon them for a kind of stability they might never know?
Things are going to get a lot more challenging than they have been. My sister is getting married next year, and her attitude is that she is her mother. She should be a part of the planning and a part of the day. I was asked to be in the wedding, so I’m going to have to figure out how to navigate this new terrain while sticking to the path that I know to be right for me. It’s not my wedding, so it’s not about what I want. This won’t be the last time I have to navigate this. I’ll find the way. I don’t have a choice.
At the end of it all, last weekend was about my brother and his new wife. I’m so excited to have a sister-in-law and a new extended family-by-marriage who are pretty fucking rad. It’s still weird that my little brother is married.