Dethrone From My First-Daughter-In-Law Seat

Hello! A very blergh evening, everyone!

Guess what. Today is Fauzi's brother's wedding day. Yay! I am extremely happy for him and his wife, and I cannot wait to share my wedding day with them! Oh, how thankful I am that my dream to have a double wedding has finally come true.

NOT!

Only a crazy girl, who lacks of imagination and dreams would be thrilled to share her wedding day with another couple. I, for one, am not happy to learn this news. 

I have, practically, imagined and planned my wedding day in detail since I was 5. It was all that I talked about since I first discovered my strong interest in cute boys and after I was appointed as the flower girl at my uncle's wedding. I could not shut up about weddings and marriages and up to this date, I still cannot shut up.

So you can only imagine how furious and insanely upset I was when his mother ceremoniously announced to us over the phone that we are going to have a double wedding. Frigging fantastic.

I would not mind so much (probably a lie) had they called us up for a meeting and proposed this fantastic double-wedding idea over an overly expensive steak at Manatee, considering the amount of  money Fauzi had splurged on OUR dream wedding and all the effort we have put in since day 1.

When Fauzi and I got engaged, his brother did not have anyone. He did not date anyone. He did not have any girl friends. But, a day after we buried their father, he came home with a girl and introduced her to everyone. What an impeccably insensitive timing. Two weeks after that, they announced that they wanted to get married and wished to crash our wedding in order to save budget.

Oh wow, how reasonable.

Fauzi, being the younger brother, of course could not disagree to it, no matter how much he wanted to. Especially when it was his mother who announced it to him. Yep, guilt card was well-played there.

I, honestly, would not have minded that much had they had the decency to actually share the bill with Fauzi. But, no, Fauzi had to pay for every single damn thing, including food for extra guests (read: food for their guests), extra wedding favours (read: their wedding favours), and other weird requests made by people who are not his bride-to-be. Even I had to pay for their wedding card and not even a thank you was sent my way. 

How rich.

And the fact that the other bride had the guts to bad-mouth about me to Fauzi's mother and younger sister really surprised me. She nearly landed me and his sister into an awkward argument. 

I was meant to be the ONLY bride on my wedding day, so I have chosen the kind of dais that I want to be sitting on, the colour of my wedding dress that I want to be wearing, the type of hand bouquet that I want to hold, the type of food that I want his guests to happily eat and the seating arrangements that I know would satisfy both families. So, coming in as a second bride, she, truthfully, does not have much say in it. But, of course no, she has to have say in every planning too.

What sadden me the most and had me go fuck-you-all on Fauzi's family is when his mother said, "Tell Tasha to stop meddling, I'll deal with the wedding planner from now on."

Wow. After knowing me for three years and having me over at their house for more than million times and had me driven her and her family from their house to General Hospital while Fauzi's father was admitted in the hospital for months, it really surprised me that she had easily tossed me aside when it was SHE who told us that we should plan our wedding cause it's our wedding to begin with.

That day really made me realise that even you are married to your spouse and become a part of your spouse's family, at the end of the day, you are still an outsider. From that day onwards, I do not even bother to acknowledge anything about my KL reception nor what is happening in his family.