Funeral, families fighting over who gets what. At the actual funeral D:
My sister got drunk at her wedding. She was such a hot sloppy mess, I was so embarrassed for my parents.
Also, the DJ she hired (her friend's husband) wouldn't play a song my DAD requested, until it was requested multiple times. he wanted "Sweet child of mine" played so he could dance with the BRIDE and the DJ didn't even do it right away. Such a douche move.
At my aunt's funeral, her side of the family used her maiden name in the program instead of her married name. and, to add insult to injury, they added her EX Husband's name into it in parenthesis.
They had nothing to do with her until she died. Then they wanted to plan the funeral and take credit for being by her side
I guess if calling social services and having her husband thrown in jail means being by her side, then they did it right >=/
my father's funeral ( just turned 10)
there was a catfight between his mother/my mother/my grandmother and my father's ex wife all because I showed up.
My dad's mother refuses to acknowledge my existance-and his ex wife went batty when she saw me-saying I was her daughter (she refused to have children with my father by secretly taking birthcontrol-and ran off on him with another man)
but damn ppls are crazzzzzzzzzzzzy
its not horrible, but its kinda funny. we put the FUN in funeral. during my greatgrandmothers service the priest was talking. we werent THAT close to her. but some of my second cousins were and they were bawling. in the middle of the service, my dad dosed off and started to snore over the priest so we had to nudge him and wake him up lol. then my cousin whio was maybe 2 if that at the time kept on saying (open casket) grammas in the cribby sleeping. and he was just getting louder and louder and kept on repeating why is gramma in a cribby?
At my wedding, my mom showed up late, which I understood. Well, my dad obviously didn't. They are divorced and have been for a long time. He came to my room, where my mom was getting dressed and yelled at my mom, telling her that he couldn't believe she was late and all kinds of shit. Then when she told him it was because her SO had hit her the night before and she had spent the night somewhere else and then had to go out and buy the stuff for my bouquet all over again, he said well that's your fault....he made her cry. I don't get it because my dad is the type of man who believes that you never put your hand on a woman and that you never ever blame it on the woman...
at my sisters' double wedding, my dad decided it would be a good idea to feed my (then) seven month old red velvet cake. and then someone handed her to my brother's girlfriend, whom i loathe with a passion.
i'm extremely proud of myself for not throwing a fit at either event. i throw fits of the grandest sort. i'm not a drama queen, i'm a mother fucking drama empress.
this is also the reason i eloped. even then, my mil tried to take over.
drunks puking drunks being usual drunk asshole stuff.
moral of the story- drunk? You become an asshole. I learned this way to never get drunk.
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