Don't Hate the Player...Hate the Game
“I was eternally grateful since she was barely clinging to the last shreds of her sanity. With all the crazy chaos of planning a wedding coupled with pregnancy hormones, she had turned into a weepy Bridezilla. Greg and I both did our best to step lightly around her—afraid that anything we said or do might set her off into Defcon mode or something.
The wedding was set for two o’clock at The First Baptist church. Then Mom and Greg were going to take a short four day Honeymoon to Bermuda. It was al...l the time they could spare, especially with the baby arriving in a few months.
I rolled over and squinted at the clock. It was after ten. “Shit,” I muttered, as I hopped up out of bed.
It had been a late night with the rehearsal and then the dinner. We hadn’t stumbled in the house until after midnight.
Plus, I was partially hung-over after sneaking most of the leftover wine at the table.
Mom and several of her friends and sister-in-laws bustled around downstairs. It reminded me of that scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding.MoreLess
The wedding was set for two o’clock at The First Baptist church. Then Mom and Greg were going to take a short four day Honeymoon to Bermuda. It was al...l the time they could spare, especially with the baby arriving in a few months.
I rolled over and squinted at the clock. It was after ten. “Shit,” I muttered, as I hopped up out of bed.
It had been a late night with the rehearsal and then the dinner. We hadn’t stumbled in the house until after midnight.
Plus, I was partially hung-over after sneaking most of the leftover wine at the table.
Mom and several of her friends and sister-in-laws bustled around downstairs. It reminded me of that scene in My Big Fat Greek Wedding.MoreLess
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