Sour 16th Wedding Anniversary

I cannot deny the fact that Fucktard came from a family who is several millions richer than mine.  So rich, that they can splurge and spend money on family affairs as if money was going out of style.

Well this year (and I mean, since way back January), a lot of waking hours were spent by his family to plan for the wedding of their most precious first granddaughter/niece.  One entire year's worth of planning for the most lavish destination wedding of the year in this island somewhere in my part of the globe.

Of course, Fucktard had to prepare well for it too.  You know... buying outfits for four days of partying in style.  So much so that I did not have a Christmas Eve dinner with him -- just like what most families in my culture would do during the Christmas season.

I am sooo mad and angry, I feel like butchering all of them for ruining my holiday season --- all in the name of being involved in this billion-dollar wedding of the century.

This is the second day that my darling daughter and I are in this house -- just the two of us, and our precious pooch.  The rest of Fucktard's family are all together in this party island of theirs.  They all flew out of town at the first crack of dawn yesterday.

There is a tropical typhoon somewhere in the province, but nothing can stop them from attending this wedding.  I hope all of them die of diarrhea after eating the food.

According to the billion-dollar-looking, thick invite, there will be a "Despedida de Soltera" in this deluxe hotel near the powdery, white, sandy beach.  Now, the Spanish term I mentioned -- (for the benefit of my co-husband haters out there) -- means "Farewell to Bachelorettehood" Party.  I did not consult Google for that, so I guess that makes it a poor translation, but I believe it is the most accurate one, in my limited stock knowledge of Spanish vocabulary.

And then, of course, the cocktails and main dinner reception will take place in another deluxe hotel, beach front too, of course.

And then an after-party for the friends of the couple will happen in another nearby, beach front deluxe venue again.  Wow, that accounts for three or four different party venues to go to and prepare lavish outfits for also.

Naturally, Fucktard, and my fun-loving son prepared for it well.  And should I mention here again, that I did not at all have my Christmas Eve dinner (called Noche Buena in my native tongue) at home, because they were all too consumed by this shitty event!  (Or should I say -- prolly, the Christmas dinner money went to the signature tailored suits and luau outfits he bought?  Gah!)

Okay, I had to have my son go with Fucktard to represent us because my daughter and are sick with a (insert *fake* here) tough, never-wanting-to-let-up flu, so we had to stay behind...  On hindsight, my dear daughter is all too happy about the idea of staying at home, because she shares the same feelings I have for Fucktard's family.  She has her own child-reasons for it --- because Fucky's Chinese family plays favorites among the nieces and nephews, and my Darling one feels she is not one of those favored.  I validate her feelings and tell her to be resilient, and to make herself rise above the rest.  Someday, she will be able to understand more and have the strength to fight and bounce back...

Anyway, back to my main story, today actually marks our 16th wedding anniversary.  Hell, yeah.  Fucky texted me this early morning, greeting me with the usual anniversary cliche -- but I could not have the heart to text him, "There isn't anything happy about today."  Seems to me his Christmas gift of the Twilight Saga complete DVD special edition set crossed my mind this early morning, that's why I forgot to be bitchy about today's no-celebration event.  The gift is way more important to me than he is, that's why.

This evening's "Despedida de Soltera" (reminder to read my words above for the meaning of this term) will happen this evening.  I hope they all suffer a massive, bloody diarrhea for eating and drinking tonight.  (Excluding my son, of course).

Am just being bitchy again as I write this, and want to comment, that I don't agree that a party to honor the bride, and say a sweet goodbye to her single blessedness should be given, because for one, she is not at all blessed (I feel all the saints in heaven would wage war against us mortals, if we label this girl this way), and second, she is as slutty as a drunken stripper.  In my culture, such parties to honor the would be bride are given only to those who have lived a prudent, worthy of emulation kind of lifestyle.  Something that this niece is NOT.

Come on, she is one of those who party like there is no more tomorrow, and her Facebook photos can be sold to Playboy or Penthouse for all I care!  So I would say again, that the Despedida de Soltera would not fit her.  I think a slutty, striptease shower with slickly oiled gyrating macho boys coming out of a big, wooden box is more appropriate.  This would-be bride has a vagina as huge as Alaska, for heaven's sake! It simply is a big, gaping, supermassive, bearded oyster.  I needn't say more.

And I think it is also just right to mention my equally shitty sister in law here.  This one is a "butch".  Okay, for some whose vocabulary is virginal --- a "butch" is the term given to those who is also a "bitch."  Get it???  But, there is a glitch there, because there is gender-bender involved.  My sister in law is a "butch." 'Nuf said... (Please go and Google it if you still don't get it.)

Imagine -- this sister in law from Hades tagged me in FB, showing me all their photos while having their own happy time in the island sans us!  What a tactless way, really, to share news to someone who is "sick", and left behind.

LMFAO!  I truly thank technology for giving me this blog so I would be able to say the words that sort of, well, -- "heal me" of all aches and pains.

I hate this family so much,  I would really like to detach myself from their golden family tree.  Who cares if I am the rotten one!

More next time...............