I may be calling off the wedding.
I expected it to be hard but not like this. I actually expected my mother and sisters to be the ones giving us a hard time, but that’s not the case at all!
I’m sick of being told I need to respect the Vietnamese side. How dare you say “if they don’t come then fuck them”? That’s MY family, that MY people. We’re trying to meet in the middle but everyone on his side keeps pushing it and I’m sick of it.
Is this not my wedding? You’re more than welcome to not come that day if you think I’m not doing it right or I’m being disrespectful.
I haven’t cried this hard for a while. You know that frustration that almost pushes you over the edge where you’re trying to figure the quickest way out? Narcotics, hanging, car accident, bullet.
My mind is not in a safe place. I feel the relapse on edge. But even so, I’m sick of this.
I’m sick of people not being on my side. I’m not an idiot, I see other people’s points of views, I get what they’re trying to say, but are they trying to see my point? Why is it always my responsibility to back down?
Dear future husband, pick me, choose me, love me.
