So I just received any invitation in the mail for my sister’s wedding, which she’s decided to hold in Halifax at the end of May.
For most people, that’s probably not cause for a crisis, but there’s a whole bunch of family drama involved. You see, my sister and I haven’t spoken since last June, when she decided to inform me (on my birthday, no less) that I wasn’t going to be invited to her wedding because she didn’t want any family present. To make a long story short… I told her that I was hurt by the decision, she accused me of trying to tell her how to run Her Special Day, I got upset, she threw a tantrum that involved an epic sulking fit, and after a couple of hours of the silent treatment, I gave her the option to either act like a civilized guest by acknowledging the other human beings in the room or get the hell out of my house. She chose option B.
Immediately after that little episode, she removed both The Boy and I from her Facebook friends list and has blocked me on Messenger. She’s made no attempt to reinstate contact, beyond a generic Christmas card and the wedding invitation. It may seem childish of me, but I feel that she needs to make some form of amends before we go further, since she’s the one who started this whole thing and then continued to escalate until we got to this point. Her cards, such as they are, feel more like due dilligence than a peace offering.
On top of that, The Boy and I were already in the early stages of planning a trip to Vancouver to visit his family, and then on to Hawaii to catch up with a friend who lives there. The wedding falls smack in the middle of the second week… which would mean putting the kibosh on the Hawaii portion of our trip (the Vancouver portion is to visit The Boy’s bubbie, who isn’t in the best of health and may not be around much longer, so nothing short of a zombie invasion would convince us to reschedule that part of the trip).
Oh, and since that’s not nearly complicated enough, there’s also the matter of my parents. My mother refuses to breathe the same air as my father. My sister is well aware of this, but has decided that we’re responsible to sort out our own drama… and so, she’s decided to invite both my father and his new wife to show up on Her Special Day. Which, of course, means my mother cannot and will not go… despite the fact that it’s my mother who’s done the lion’s share of parenting ever since the divorce.
The pros:
- It’s my (only) sister’s wedding, which (hopefully) only happens once in a lifetime.
- My boss has already approved me for the vacation time, which is the one biggest obstacle out of the way.
- I’ve been meaning to take The Boy out east eventually, since he’s never been, so we can easily take a few days on either end of the wedding to explore.
- The Boy hasn’t met most of my extended family, so this would be a nice opportunity to introduce him to a few of the people he hasn’t met before.
- It’s an opportunity to mend things with my sister,
The cons:
- It’ll cost us around $1000-$1500 for airfare, hotel and car rental, plus another few hundred bucks for a gift.
- I don’t have any vacation time that isn’t spoken for already, and even if there was, there isn’t enough money in the budget to cover another trip… so Hawaii will have to wait for another year.
- I don’t really approve of this wedding - I’ve never met her fiance, nor do I believe that they’re at a stage in their relationship (or their lives, for that matter) to take such a big step.
- My mother is heartbroken right now, and I’ll be damned if I do anything to cause her any more pain when it comes to this wedding.
- If she was borderline Bridezilla last June when the whole drama started, I don’t even want to imagine how bad she’ll be when her wedding day rolls around.
So, wise and knowledgeable Dopers… what would you do if you were in my shoes? I tossed and turned all night, and I’m no closer to an answer.