One of the things I had been looking forward to when moving to Turkey was our big, fat, Turkish wedding.
You know, the one that didn’t happen because our lives were turned upside down.
Well, after I had finely started coming to terms with the idea that our wedding bonanza wasn’t going to happen, my mother in law was suddenly injected with the wedding bug.
Probably because there are two weddings in the family this summer, one of which is this weekend.
So out of the clear blue, Anne is insisting we get married this summer. Like, in a few months.
Let me make it clear that at this point in our lives, neither of us (hubby nor myself) want to deal with planning/paying for a wedding. Neither of us have a job, we are living with my in laws, we clearly have other priorities. Are we saying no wedding EVER? No… We are even open to discussing early next year (I wanted it to be on our wedding anniversary, like a vow renewal).
But noooo… It HAS to be NOW. And with literally no warning. I’m sorry if I can’t get behind that.
Naturally, this leads to plenty of fighting in the house. Anne will kick and cry because she wants what she wants, and hubby will shout and stomp because he wants what he wants. Me? I want everyone to be quiet. When I told Anne that this much notice is not enough for my friends and family to make plans, she wasn’t swayed. When I said we didn’t want to pay for something so expensive in our financial situation (hell, we can’t even move out and pay RENT), she said that she’d pay for it.
Funny that, when they just asked us for money towards a car and an awning at the beach house. With what imaginary money were you planning on paying for our (expensive) wedding acaba?
What I don’t understand is why it can’t wait another year, once things settle and İnşallah we will both have jobs. She keeps saying that “oh we were planning to do it when you came back, next year is too long to wait.”
I have news for you. We had a lot of plans for when we came back. I assure you, our current situation was not in them. We were supposed to have jobs, a home, maybe even a kid on the way. But none of those things happened. And all of them are much more important than a wedding. And oh yeah, we’ve been married 3 years already, one more isn’t that much.
At some point OUR (potential) wedding stopped being about us and started being about her. And it’s making me very frustrated. Very. Very. Frustrated. As if we didn’t have enough to stress us out already.