Saturday is a big deal. My grandparents are celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary by renewing their wedding vows. Which is great. The things that isn’t great, is that the entire family has to be in this wedding. There is nearly thirty of us including her children and their spouses, and their children, and any of their children’s children. It is going to be crazy. People are getting their nails, and hair, and make up done. People have bought dresses and suits. She will be serving prime rib and ham at the reception. Plus, she has invited almost three hundred people.
Now I am going to be a selfish brat. This sucks completely. We weren’t asked to participate. No choice was offered. Every one of us is expected to be involved. I don’t want to walk down the aisle and stand up at the front of the church. I don’t want pictures of me flashing across the screen. I don’t want to sit a special table where everyone can see us at the reception. I don’t want to be seen. I know its selfish. But its only Wednesday and I am already struggling with anxiety about the whole thing. We also have to take pictures. I hate pictures. I just don’t want people looking at me. Maybe I can tell them all to close their eyes.