I Am Now Married To A Fifty-year Old Man!
Last Friday, I threw my husband a huge surprise. It was a celebration of his 50th year on earth. I wanted it to be super special so I invited 100 of his friends and associates. Then, the biggest surprise of all, I flew ALL our children plus grandchild down from Utah. Although they were all busy with college and work---at the Brigham Young University---they all came. It was such a treat to see the shocked look on his face when he saw me carrying Lucy who is now 6 months old. At first he didn't believe his eyes and when he realized it really WAS Lucy, at the same time, he saw the rest of the children and he got all emotional and happy. It was super!
We threw him a Filipino party complete with lechon (roast whole pig), a Filipino dance troupe who came to do three native dances and karaoke! Everybody loved it.
Here's the damper: I spoke with Kurt's father on the phone and invited him to come. His response: we'll have to check our schedule. Shocked? So am I. But the biggest rub was the day after when my mother called to tell me that she and my stepfather are coming down to help Kurt celebrate and said that they wouldn't miss this for anything! The disparity between the two camps hit me sorely. My family adores Kurt. Why doesn't his family? None of his siblings called. And worst, his parents didn't even call the day of his actual birthday. NOT A WORD. One would think that a 50th birthday would be a milestone. We even sent them two roundtrip tickets to see us. A year passed, and many wonderful events as well to merit coming down but they let the tickets expire. They were full-price tickets too. I don't understand. What the hell did we do that was so bad?
It probably wouldn't bug me as much if I weren't a parent myself but I'm a mother and so I can't relate ..... And a phone call is easy to make.
We threw him a Filipino party complete with lechon (roast whole pig), a Filipino dance troupe who came to do three native dances and karaoke! Everybody loved it.
Here's the damper: I spoke with Kurt's father on the phone and invited him to come. His response: we'll have to check our schedule. Shocked? So am I. But the biggest rub was the day after when my mother called to tell me that she and my stepfather are coming down to help Kurt celebrate and said that they wouldn't miss this for anything! The disparity between the two camps hit me sorely. My family adores Kurt. Why doesn't his family? None of his siblings called. And worst, his parents didn't even call the day of his actual birthday. NOT A WORD. One would think that a 50th birthday would be a milestone. We even sent them two roundtrip tickets to see us. A year passed, and many wonderful events as well to merit coming down but they let the tickets expire. They were full-price tickets too. I don't understand. What the hell did we do that was so bad?
It probably wouldn't bug me as much if I weren't a parent myself but I'm a mother and so I can't relate ..... And a phone call is easy to make.
Anyway, Kurt is so affected by it. He told me that he feels like an orphan. This has been going on for years so... I just accept it. But it sure is frustrating to see Kurt hurt. And then, to see him trying so hard--- to keep on plugging away at trying to maintain and invest in a relationship.
But the party was such a huge success and we all had a fabulous time.
