As the excitement of becoming engaged has come and gone the reality of marriage is starting to set in.  The process of choosing a location, gathering a guest list, looking at invitations, and browsing dress sites has begun.  All of which are fun yet daunting tasks.

M and I have chosen to forgo a traditional bridal party as we feel those who can and do come will in essence be our “bridal” party.  Having done so, it feels harder to ask friends to help with various wedding related tasks.  This is where family comes in.  M’s parents have been “thrilled to bits” since the night we called them.  My parents are a bit of a different story.  Obviously there has been some tension in the family for several months.  However I feel I have been making a pretty conscious effort to keep everyone included.  With this said I feel I have been met with little to nothing in return.  A congrats the night we called, nothing from the email of the ring and today barely a word of wedding talk.

About a week or so ago my mom asked if they could come down to see my ring.  I hesitantly agreed only to hear from my dad the day before saying they wouldn’t be down.  I was fine with this until my mom once again suggested M and I come and spend Easter weekend with them.  Thankfully Julio is back on his antibiotics and a weekend trip was out.  I said they were welcome to come here.  She said that was fine and we’d meet for lunch.  Not much can be said for lunch as there was a brief glance at the ring, followed by “that’s nice” and that pretty much ended any other talk.  Disappointed, yes.  Shocked, no.   As I fight back the tears of disappointment I can’t decide if I’m more upset over what didn’t happen or the fact that it bothered me.

At least the excitement from M’s family makes me smile.