...now what's wrong? It's always something, isn't it?
In the words of one of my coquine idols, Blanche Devereaux:
"I am stunned, just stunned. I can't believe just how stunned I am!"
Remember when I said going through a break-up in French wasn't exactly what I had in mind for daily conversation when I first started learning the language? And I couldn't think of worse conversation to have in this romantic language?
I take that back. I found a new one.
Having to explain to your future French in-laws that you come from an insane family (and no-longer in that slapstick kind of way) who have cancelled your wedding on the account of vandalism and thievery, is by far the worst conversation I will have to have in French.
And that's exactly what is going to happened next weekend. Séb and I will have to take a weekend pilgrimage out to Fontainebleau to let his entire family (including grandparents I am meeting for the first time) that their son and future daughter-in-law have been accused of vandalizing my (I repeat: MY) grandmother's home on Long Island. And because of this accusation, they will not help us or acknowledge our wedding.
Again, like I said, I'm just stunned.
We don't have much information at the moment, just the initial phone call from my grandmother accusing us of using her home as a love nest. Seriously, n'importe quoi. What am I? A 17 year old horn-ball teenager? I may be a coquine but I draw the line at using my grandmother's home to spice things up. Gross.
Perhaps this is their twisted way of getting out of helping us with the wedding? Or something really awful happened in their house and the only suspects that come to mind are the two people that have been in France for last two months? I guess in some world that would make sense...We really don't know.
But when interrogated, I had one response in my defense and one response only: Why would I stay there? There's no WiFi... ...or cable for that matter.
Seriously, c'est quoi cette histoire?
While I never envisioned my "big day" to be some big spectacle like being carried out by Cirque de Soleil dancers, and covered in imported tropical feathers and glitter to the soundtrack of J.Lo's "Dear Ben" (side note: if you don't know the genius that is this song, I urge you to watch the clip complete with lyrics). I did however envision my family wanting to help a little, partake and acknowledge it, and to not be accused of vandalism. Am I being demanding here? Perhaps so.
But who am I kidding? I just knew something was going to happen with this wedding. My family (with the exception of my amazing mother, of course) never really considered my happiness to be of any importance, and imagining any one of them fussing over me like brides normally are, seemed totally inconceivable from day one. It's just sad, especially for Séb. He really doesn't deserve this. He's such a good guy.
Since I no longer have a father and my mother is a flight attendant, the funds on my side are a bit limited. So any tips, websites, or ideas on how we can pull together a lovely and simple wedding on a tiny budget would be most helpful!
Looking on the bright side (because I always do), at least the groom isn't leaving me this time, eh?
