seven of my friends are getting married this weekend.
seven friends, four weddings. one weekend.
a high-school boyfriend, an old roommate, a former home teacher, and two neighbors. plus everyone's respective fiances who have evolved, with time, into friends rather than acquaintances. i do hope one of the receptions has some mini eclairs ;)
i have never been to the wedding of an ex-boyfriend before. to some i was invited, true, but the actual effort of putting on heels and making an appearance was too much consideration for someone who was not actually in my life anymore. this time, i'm putting on the heels {sparkly ones, no less}.
despite the lack of contact in recent years with this old boyfriend, he was my best friend in high school {after we dated, even} and it was an unspoken sentiment that we would be at each other's weddings. as fate would have it after high school he introduced me to, and i fell madly in love with, his cousin. three years later his cousin and i were looking at rings. four months later i was crying myself to sleep. five months later, here we are.
and so, i am going to this wedding because i promised myself i would when i was 15. because i am happy for this high school boyfriend and his darling bride. and because by going, i'm being brave and not letting heartache {of seeing family i once thought would be mine} rule my life.
so bring on the eclairs and dancing, the tuxedos and ice sculptures! who knows, maybe i'll meet a handsome groomsman somewhere along this wedding marathon.
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