Day 175: Make Yourself Happy!

Is it me or do the weeks feel like they are flying by? For my heart broken gals, don't answer that, I know the days are going by like molasses but time will adjust back to normal sooner than later. Trust.
This weekend, I'm heading to New York for my best friend Kitty's wedding. I'm grateful that I am able to fly out and that I was able to take time off, grateful that the timing is perfect and I am not a heart-broken mess and grateful that I get to see my little Kit Kat get married to a really great guy. God know she has dated some real punks in her time as well. Haven't we all?
Now for la drame...my cousin Vinny sent an instant message to Kitty wanting to know why I could attend her wedding and not his and if she thought that it was right that I 'bailed' out on his. Bail!? If I get married here, do I reserve the right to be super pissed off if not everyone from New York can fly to France to celebrate my 'special day'?  
This is why traveling is so important, it allows you to see how other people live and that the world doesn't revolve this small scope of 'me' land. How could anyone expect someone to leave Europe on a Saturday and come back on Sunday to be at work Monday morning? I'm not a drug dealer. 
Apparently Cousin Vinny pissed Kitty off too where she gave him her opinion saying that if it was her wedding in October that I wouldn't have been able to make it either and that it wasn't an attack against him, it's just the way it turned out rent, bills, work, life. She continued to ask who in my family acknowledged the fact that I had a rough year? The veil drama sprend like a forest fire where within minutes everyone knew my feelings were hurt that a family heirloom was passed on because they think I will never settle down. Not only did they know but everyone had a comment to make, but I get robbed and my home gets trashed in an another country by a rabid animal and everyone chooses to stay silent.
It's exhausting trying to live up to everyone's expectations where I feel like if I do one thing that works out better for me and my situation or if I express my feelings, I'm the bitch. I can't live my life trying to make other people happy. I spent most of my life doing that to always end up short changed. 
Anyway, it's Friday and this is supposed to be a happy post that pumps us all up for the weekend. My night will be spent packing, cleaning and eating light because I fear that the skin tight bridemaid's dress that is waiting for at my mom's won't fit on my sausage link thighs. That doesn't make me happy...
This new song by Mika has been my guilty pleasure this week (which Séb makes fun of me for loving) and certainly makes me happy. 
Bon week-end à tous!