I met the love of my life on a messageboard. It was one of those “friends first” things - and she will always be my best friend first and foremost.
We’re planting the seeds of our wedding plans at the moment, and we have a bit of a sticky situation. The gooey details are as follows:
My relationship with my mom’s family is amazing. I am 100% out to mom, stepdad, brother, and two of my aunts.
On my Dad’s side, things are trickier.
In 2002, my stepmother invited me to live in her home, then decided that she didn’t approve of me (because she probably figured out that I am gay). She threw away my belongings, reneged on her offer to move my furniture so that she could spend more time vacationing at the family cottage (leaving me sleeping on an air mattress/living out of a duffle bag and boxes for more than 6 months), made me unwelcome to eat with the family at supper time or use the showering facilities, disallowed me from using the computer (even when no one else was home), paced back and forth in the laundry room next to my room, mumbling epithets at me through the wall, and called me names every time she saw me.
As a reaction to her behaviour, I did the following things: I would leave the house every morning before she got up, and delay coming home until she was in bed. I kept clean by sponge-bathing in the laundry tub in the basement. I went without meals on days when I couldn’t afford to buy something to eat ( a few times I went without food for so long that when I did eat, it made me nauseous and I vomited it all up again). I bought time at the internet cafe in Chapters so that my e-mail account wouldn’t start bouncing messages and get shut down, even though Dad and stepmom had cable internet witha flat rate (so that amount of usage was not a factor in what they paid for the service). When my alarm clock batteries failed on a day that I had off from work, and I got stuck in the house while she was awake, I lay paralyzed in my bed for two hours, my heart pounding, trying to be so quiet that she wouldn’t even know I was there.
Then, after a few months of not being allowed to use the facilities, and being unwelcome at the table, I was asked to pay $100/week in rent. I laughed behind my hand and found someplace else to live, someplace that was actually WORTH that kind of money.
Needless to say, relations between that side of my family and I are strained. Nevertheless, I love them and I want both my biological parents and my stepparents to be there on my wedding day. I know that my stepmom is iffy on the gay thing, but I think at the time that I was living with her, most of her problem came from her fear that I would influence her son.
Here is the tricky part (if you’ve followed me this far) : My sweetie has an androgynous name. So if my stepmom and dad don’t feel 100% certain that they know I’m gay (I’ve never actually come out to them, and I don’t think anyone has outed me) and no one tells my Dad and stepmom that I am marrying a girlie, they may very well assume that my groom is, well, a groom in the more traditional sense.
So should I just send them the invite as if it were no big deal? Or should I break the news to them first so that when I float down the aisle towards the altar, they’re not sitting there thinking; “Where’s the beef?”