In the interest of fairness and equality, when my sister gets engaged I trust that you:
- Don’t offer any fiscal help whatsoever
- Only mention it by asking “is it still happening?”
- For sure not mention it in your Christmas letter. ’cause it’s not a big deal whatsoever.
3 Comments
December 20, 2008 at 11:39 am
I’m so sorry.
When I married, I got all that recognition – and, to my stunned surprise…another branch of family.
In Massachusetts. Far away.
If I’d chosen to live with, instead of marry, there would’ve been gracious acceptance.
But you and your partner are held in that state by policy, politics, the dominant faith and possible amendments to vital national governing documents.
Oh yeah, and Fear.
How strange to find you in the same dark night of the soul on the darkest night of the year!
(Dismay has just IM’d me and asked me out for beer. But I’m already enjoying a pedicure with my buddy, RoadBlock.
Jesus, I’m popular.)
Anyway, I gotta tell you the trivialization of your union presents two options – one of which I am not even going to mention, because you’d NEVER consider it (well, maybe for five minutes – just enough time to use the energy and anger generated for a launchpad…)
The other option is to take action and aim for change, and turn dismay into dedication. That’s where I’m headed.
*Ad Astra, Kiddo.*
December 21, 2008 at 9:56 am
Oh SNAP! If I were your sister, I wouldn’t get married at all in protest.
December 30, 2008 at 3:52 pm
Ouch. I am so sorry to hear that. What a disappointment.