David LaPell
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I keep wondering if I'm adopted.
Lately and over the last couple of years with the drama and my family, especially with my mother and sister and all that, I was hoping things had calmed down finally. No such luck.
Last week we were invited to my mother's wedding, not everyone can say they've been to all their mother's weddings, but I can. She got married to the man she'd been dating for 12 years, a pastor who just recently divorced his wife. Yep, go back and read that part again, it's as good as the first time. Anyway, up until the morning of the wedding we weren't even sure where or when it was going to be. My mother had told me that she had wanted my son to walk her down the aisle along with my nephew. I found out later that afternoon more to the story.
So it turns out that my mother and her fiancé were getting married in a bar. Yep. My nephew explained to me that her pastor from her church refused because of his past and whatever personal issues. My sister's church, wouldn't even speak to him, same reason. Then they asked about just using the church, he would bring in the pastor, another solid "no".
So at the bar they decided it was going to be a zoom wedding. I had an uncle who flat out refused to go, my new step-father's (God that sounds weird family won't even congratulate him on social media let alone didn't go) and the wedding was done by a guy who was essentially a Mark Twain impersonator that resides in the state of Texas (we're in NY) and because no one had planned this out it almost didn't happen which led to my nephew almost walking out because there was no signal to the computer and no one had bothered to do a dry run.
In the end they pulled it off, my son and nephew didn't have to walk my mother to the end of the table instead of the aisle. I did find out that the reason my mother didn't ask me was because she thought I would embarrass her, as if the train wreck I witnessed wasn't bad enough.
I asked why it wasn't planned for later, like a summer wedding or at least the month of March, and I was told it had to be done as soon as possible for some reason. Which I'm not sure why because the ink on the divorce has barely dried.
So in the end another saga of my family history soldiers on, and the only thing was really didn't happen was that I didn't visit the bar afterwards which was only about 20 feet from where the nuptials happened and decided to drink until what I witnessed made sense.
Lately and over the last couple of years with the drama and my family, especially with my mother and sister and all that, I was hoping things had calmed down finally. No such luck.
Last week we were invited to my mother's wedding, not everyone can say they've been to all their mother's weddings, but I can. She got married to the man she'd been dating for 12 years, a pastor who just recently divorced his wife. Yep, go back and read that part again, it's as good as the first time. Anyway, up until the morning of the wedding we weren't even sure where or when it was going to be. My mother had told me that she had wanted my son to walk her down the aisle along with my nephew. I found out later that afternoon more to the story.
So it turns out that my mother and her fiancé were getting married in a bar. Yep. My nephew explained to me that her pastor from her church refused because of his past and whatever personal issues. My sister's church, wouldn't even speak to him, same reason. Then they asked about just using the church, he would bring in the pastor, another solid "no".
So at the bar they decided it was going to be a zoom wedding. I had an uncle who flat out refused to go, my new step-father's (God that sounds weird family won't even congratulate him on social media let alone didn't go) and the wedding was done by a guy who was essentially a Mark Twain impersonator that resides in the state of Texas (we're in NY) and because no one had planned this out it almost didn't happen which led to my nephew almost walking out because there was no signal to the computer and no one had bothered to do a dry run.
In the end they pulled it off, my son and nephew didn't have to walk my mother to the end of the table instead of the aisle. I did find out that the reason my mother didn't ask me was because she thought I would embarrass her, as if the train wreck I witnessed wasn't bad enough.
I asked why it wasn't planned for later, like a summer wedding or at least the month of March, and I was told it had to be done as soon as possible for some reason. Which I'm not sure why because the ink on the divorce has barely dried.
So in the end another saga of my family history soldiers on, and the only thing was really didn't happen was that I didn't visit the bar afterwards which was only about 20 feet from where the nuptials happened and decided to drink until what I witnessed made sense.
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