I didn't invite extended family. I only invited my oldest brother becuase my parents would have wanted me to. Doesn't matter anyway, they found a reason to bail. I haven't seen him in over 5 years. I haven't talked to him on the phone. We were never close and ya know, we never will be. That's fine with me. I'm not really fond of who he is these days. I'm sure as hell not fond of his redneck wife and the way they've made their children little cracker assholes.
My sister in law is also not coming. I kind of knew this was going to happen. At first she didn't think they could get someone to watch their daughter. Then she was dead set on leaving southern VA at 11 AM instead of any earlier. Then it turned out her son's girlfriend had a baby on Thursday. Now the son's girlfriend is having some complications and Carole is staying with her.
My brother Stephen is coming up right now. He'll be here tonight. Then he'll get up early so that he can get back home to get to work by noon. He works two jobs and gets one full day off a month. He could only get the one day off (today). My mom kept assuring me on the phone that no, he shouldn't just not come, that he wanted to be here.
The concept of any of my family actually wanting to be here for anything having to do with me is...laughable, really.
That's partially just old bitterness, partially what I've seen from brief previous visits.
I have to finish sweeping the house. Karl is going to run out and confirm the hotel rooms, pick up the dessert cakes for the reception, do anything else last minute that we forgot about. I'm going to clean, wait here for everyone to arrive, provide cheez-its and beverages.
I can't go into this thing feeling like this. I can't feel this way *before* they even show up. I'm never going to make it through the day.