Well, there’s a joke in there somewhere.
And it’s probably not appropriate either.
So someone tell me how my dad can afford two Priuses and an 8,000 sq. ft. house but can’t help out his only daughter out with her $5,000 wedding? (And that includes the $2,500 venue, actually.)
Now, I know a lot of people have helped out in great amounts for freesies or discounted, and I can’t even describe how appreciative I am to them. If it weren’t for them, Rachel would have no wedding.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not stressed the fuck out. A joyous occasion such as this should not be this hard. For real.
And I think the fact that I feel like I can’t ask people that haven’t helped out as much for financial help is killing me. I don’t like hand outs, but I don’t have an resources at all. Plus all the running around is painful too. I’m usually not one to complain about errands or contacting people, but I get out of work at 3pm at the earliest so I have exactly 2 hours to get business done.
THAT IS NOT ENOUGH TIME.
Not to mention the 23452807 different directions I’m being pulled while others aren’t even getting back to me or holding up their end of the deal. (Which I’ve been the one to not pull her weight also, so I suppose that’s karma; but can I have my karma later when it’s not so important please?)
Great, and now my house is dirty.