WeBuiltThisBuffetOnSausageRoll ·
12/10/2018 12:25
It's my wedding day today - we've all just left the church. So as not to drip-feed, my immediate family have long connections to York, but my very elderly DGM was insistent that we have the service at her local parish church in Berkshire. Fair enough, I didn't object to this.
Normally, I get on really well with her, although she's never been particularly fond of my DM (she and my DF - her DS - divorced many years ago), so I was more than happy to make this concession as I knew it would mean so much to her. Plus, she did very kindly pretty much pay for the whole wedding, so I couldn't really deny her that, could I?
But let's get one thing straight: it's MY wedding - not hers. She had hers decades ago. It's MY turn now - MY big, special day, right? It's all about my new husband and me and what WE want on this one single occasion, no?
Well, everything went really beautifully. We had the service that we'd specifically chosen - hymns and readings that mean a lot to us personally as a couple. All very naice. We were so happy to finally be married and prepared to leave the church as husband and wife.
So you can imagine my absolute horror when, right at the very end - the grand climax of OUR one-off, very special day - I discovered that it had been arranged for everybody to sing a big, triumphant-sounding song that somebody had written quite a while back ABOUT MY GRANDMOTHER and how important SHE is!!!!
AIBU (and I know I'm not) for being absolutely furious that our perfect wedding day was hijacked right at the end by my 'D'GM and, suddenly, my new husband and I were completely forgotten as she made it all about her, her, her?