This thread is a follow up to an earlier post I made about my desire to kill myself.
hi lites from first post
-my entire family is crazy
-I had wedding pictures taken at the mall.
-I jump off my boat and swim to an island to get away from my in laws.
-my sister inlaws 2nd wedding was in Hindu. She's not Hindu.
-going to family events is painstaking and I get loaded because Everyone looks like muppets. Now I'm no glen Campbell myself but my god how do people morph into muppets???
-the sisters call and speak -text to each other every minute. I'm convinced they are conspiring to drive me crazy.
-I am in the middle of helping to plan the sisters 3rd wedding.
-the sisters don't work --well one says she's a photographer, and the other hasn't worked for a quarter of a century.
Things seemed to be getting worse as the wedding day approaches in August. The sister had a pre honeymoon trip to Jamaica.
Lovely pics with the grooms tattoos everywhere and up his neck. Jordan, He's a boxer. Well he was a boxer, I went to see him fight at a convention hall filled with the 4 families mafia at the "paradise banquet hall " he didn't do so well. He had to go to the hospital .
A couple of weeks ago my wife texts me and says we are having a tattoo party. Well its Jordan. I said he's an artist? My wife says, not really but he wants to try ..and then asks me if I want a tattoo? I said no.
So I come home and there it is happening , my wife is getting a tattoo..the machines humming my wife's face is scrunched and Jordan is carefully crafting something small and unrecognizable of anything on her wrist. My wife is excited and asks the worst question she could of asked me: what does it look like??? I said a butterfly. I was close, it was a firefly and the worst firefly I have seen. I said privately how much is this costing?? Oh just 80 bucks. My wife had to get it fixed by a professional.
Back to the wedding ... The sisters want my opinion on sprinkle color and if I wouldn't mind chipping in for the honeymoon.