It’s the morning of my first day of college. I’m wandering around campus totally lost. Finally I find the help desk the Student Council had set up in the middle of the quad. When I hand my schedule over to the blonde girl sitting there, she gets a funny look on her face.
“I think I’m your cousin.”
My dad had countless cousins growing up, and of course, they’ve now all married, so she was in fact, one of my cousins. And I’ve never seen her since, but she was very nice. And I made it my classes. I’d go.
Mouse_Spouse and I have been talking. This wedding is in an area where his brother and a few other Spouse family members live. We’re thinking: Hey, why not do the rounds and see both sides?
I’m still weighing the pros and cons. Mother_Maven and I don’t have the greatest relationship, and I have no clue what she’s told her family about me. Did she tell them that I was sexually abused and attempted suicide once? They were pretty freak-out by my pot-smoking, heavy drinking, teenage father brother. How will they react to me: rodent-breeding, anti-depressent taking, Pagan, sexual assult survivor?
Sent an email to my Grandmother (Mother_Maven’s mother, we re-connected at my wedding last year) to see if she’s going and what she knows in general.
If they don’t like you for who you are, what have you lost? You seem like a pretty awesome person though, and assuming you actually like Mouse_Spouse’s family, at least you have a safe group of people to escape to if the long losts can’t handle you.