here comes the bride
Aug. 9th, 2004 01:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boodieI was watching Dr Phil today and the show was about women who had regrets over how their weddings had gone, whether due to fights or poor planning or whatever, and the thing that struck me, was that all of of the women on this show had done the full wedding thing, church, bridesmaids, reception, the whole hoopla, out of that there was bound to be something that didn't go right.
My ex proposed to me while we were sitting in bed, drinking wine I think, somewhat romantic, perhaps a mistake, I think we had only been living together a month, can't have been much more than that. I never wanted the whole church thing, thought it would be supremely hypocritical of me, since I don't believe in god, or religion as such.
I'm not even sure now WHY we wanted to get married, his parents were divorced, mine lived in a state of armed warfare, so why the need, thats somewhat hazy in my mind, he proposed before we found out I was pregnant, so that wasn't it. Anyways he proposed, I said yes.
When we moved back to hobart, we decided we'd still get married, I told my Mum, she wasn't to thrilled about the idea, thought it was going to be a mistake, thought that Leon and I didn't know each other well enough, for some reason it was important to both of us that we get married before the baby was born, make it easier for the birth and whatnot. (In doing that I broke a long tradition in my family of not being married to the father/mother of the child, how traditional of me).
We were married in the reception room at the registry office in hobart, Mum still didn't approve and we had to move the wedding day to accomodate a prior appt for her, but get married we did, my father didn't turn up to my wedding, he couldn't be bothered. My Mum and Grandmother were my witnesses, and bascially ALL my family turned up, my aunts, my cousins, my sister, my nephews, it was a lovely ceremony, none of Leons famiily made the trip down from Qld. Not that I blame them, it's a long way to travel for a 25 minute ceremony.
Mum threw us a wedding reception at her house, in fact as her wedding gift to us, Mum paid for the wedding and the reception, in spite of her misgivings, she just wanted me to be happy, it was a nice day, lots of laughter, fun and family stuff, no dramas, which is how it should be, no expectations of it being THE perfect day, it turned into one anyway.
Perhaps all these women who stress out over the whole wedding schemozzle should take a chill pill, and either elope or get married in the registry office and spend the money on something more important.
If, and thats a big IF I ever decide to get married again, it'll be with a celebrant and perhaps outdoors, in a nice garden, but failing that the reception room at the registrty office suited me once, it would do so again.
My ex proposed to me while we were sitting in bed, drinking wine I think, somewhat romantic, perhaps a mistake, I think we had only been living together a month, can't have been much more than that. I never wanted the whole church thing, thought it would be supremely hypocritical of me, since I don't believe in god, or religion as such.
I'm not even sure now WHY we wanted to get married, his parents were divorced, mine lived in a state of armed warfare, so why the need, thats somewhat hazy in my mind, he proposed before we found out I was pregnant, so that wasn't it. Anyways he proposed, I said yes.
When we moved back to hobart, we decided we'd still get married, I told my Mum, she wasn't to thrilled about the idea, thought it was going to be a mistake, thought that Leon and I didn't know each other well enough, for some reason it was important to both of us that we get married before the baby was born, make it easier for the birth and whatnot. (In doing that I broke a long tradition in my family of not being married to the father/mother of the child, how traditional of me).
We were married in the reception room at the registry office in hobart, Mum still didn't approve and we had to move the wedding day to accomodate a prior appt for her, but get married we did, my father didn't turn up to my wedding, he couldn't be bothered. My Mum and Grandmother were my witnesses, and bascially ALL my family turned up, my aunts, my cousins, my sister, my nephews, it was a lovely ceremony, none of Leons famiily made the trip down from Qld. Not that I blame them, it's a long way to travel for a 25 minute ceremony.
Mum threw us a wedding reception at her house, in fact as her wedding gift to us, Mum paid for the wedding and the reception, in spite of her misgivings, she just wanted me to be happy, it was a nice day, lots of laughter, fun and family stuff, no dramas, which is how it should be, no expectations of it being THE perfect day, it turned into one anyway.
Perhaps all these women who stress out over the whole wedding schemozzle should take a chill pill, and either elope or get married in the registry office and spend the money on something more important.
If, and thats a big IF I ever decide to get married again, it'll be with a celebrant and perhaps outdoors, in a nice garden, but failing that the reception room at the registrty office suited me once, it would do so again.
