My big fat BIG dream

For some this may be an easy question, they may have their life mapped out. I find that my big fat dream changes all the time to what I need at that moment in my life.

When I was younger, all I dreamt about was being skinny, having straight hair instead of curly and being in with the “in-crowd”. Lol…yes my dreams have changed since then…my big dream now is to complete my BTech and gain experience. I dream of travelling to exotic places all around the world. I dream of having a house that is a home or maybe even drive a fancy car.

Then there are times that my big fat dream is to have a big white wedding. Although it is not a priority now, perhaps in the distant future I may wish to have a family. When I am a mother I may find financial security for my loved ones a priority. When I am 80 years, wrinkled and matured like a good wine…I may consider my health most important.

At various times in my life, my dream is to be closer to God. I dream of more profound things than my life – Martin Luther King’s words come to mind, to make this world a better place and to help those less fortunate. Most importantly, despite my age, where I am in life and what my dreams are – above all I would like to be happy and surround myself with loved ones.

So no, I would like to think that there is one big dream that I have, but I don’t – I have many all equal in priority…cause who said I can only have one big fat BIG dream.

Wedding cake in the middle of the road

Dear John

This day was a sign of defeat, heart ache and a blinded judgment call. What is left of my big white wedding is in the middle of the road - my anguish and embarrassment on display for all who pass by. My dreams of having a big white wedding have been tarnished…and there are so many to blame.

Cold feet could have been understandable…another woman on the side would have had me hysterical but still would have been better than this. Your nut-case of a family has done nothing but give me grey hair and sleepless nights.

Your family is barbaric, for a better lack of words; they have no sense of etiquette. Your brother felt up my 90 year old grandmother and the fact that your dad showed up drunk was not only disrespectful to the guests but to me too. Despite all this, I have allowed them to attend our wedding. Which I admit was a huge mistake that I have regretted every second since.

I can take many things but this is the last straw…when your mom locked you in the room and I waited for you over 3 hours in a church full of guests…I was humiliated. The cherry on the cake is the Jerry Springer show she pulled when she rugby-tackled me off the alter when I wanted to go look for you. My designer dress in shreds and half my hair pulled out.

As if this was not enough, despite my begging and pleading, she threw our wedding cake out in the middle of the road – to add to my mortification. They have done nothing but sabotage our relationship from day one. I have put up with a lot of things but a crazy momma’s boy I will not. I wish you many more happy years attached to your mother’s apron strings.

P.S. I will be sending you the wedding bill. Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

Yours truly,

Veronica