It was nice. And overwhelming. And yeah (to state the obvious), I was one of only a half dozen people over the age of 30 who weren’t either married or divorced. Less than half a dozen, actually.
Which is pretty much the norm for these things, and I’ve gotten used to it.
I could probably tell wedding-related stories for the next 2 weeks. There was just so much going on. But I won’t. Probably.
Here’s a little one: I was sitting and chatting with my dad and some of his old friends. From the neighborhood, they always say. Which is what I do at these things. Hang with the old folks. It seems a better fit for me than trying to find common ground with the people my own age (who are ALL married with children and living in the ‘burbs).
Anyway, his friends were going on (and on) about their kids and grandkids. And I started to feel bad for my dad. He doesn’t have grandkids and that’s unlikely to change. It’s a sore topic for us, because I feel like I’ve let him down. Failed. I was thinking of getting up and hiding in the ladies room, but then they switched gears and started to talk about how much “better” things were now. For ‘this’ generation. And after listening to them talk about it for a while, I’d have to agree with them.
The bride and groom were both raised in fairly religious households, but of different faiths. Yet no one really made that much of a fuss about them getting together (at least not publicly). They had a lovely civil ceremony and the families have been pretty damn harmonious from early on. Whereas 30 yrs ago… So not the case.
And I just wouldn’t have had the freedom to do any of the things I’ve done in the past decade – change careers a few times, walk away from destructive relationships even if it meant maybe staying single forever.
Sometimes I get annoyed at the pace of change. I want everything to be the way I want it. Today. Right now. But listening to my dad’s friends talk I realized just how lucky I am (everyone I know is). Things have changed a lot. For the better.
Tags: change, family, Relationships, wedding