The Happy Side Of The Sad Year
Dear The Band,
I have some news for you. I’m getting married. At least I’m engaged and we have a date set.
It’s crazy. They - whomever “they” are - say that you shouldn’t make any big decisions within a year after a major trauma. So I, to be different, am getting married and moving my future husband and his two special needs boys into my house.
Have I mentioned I’m overwhelmed?
And that I’m possibly an idiot?
And that I truly do love this man with all of my heart and soul?
I “accidentally” quit taking my anti-depressants for a couple of weeks. I couldn’t cope without them.
I’m not trying to be a whiner - really I’m not - but when the hell do I get to be happy?
P.S. Dress shopping fucking sucks and the whole “wedding” industry is in a big bed wanting my money.