Part One is here

After the Mister discussed it with his son, the decision was basically left in my hands. The son would like me to be present to celebrate their vows, but understood if I was not comfortable doing so in the presence of outlaws and formers. The Mister accepted this and dropped the matter.

I opted out in consideration of my feelings and the Ex’s. My presence would have placed her in an awkward position. I hear she is easily rattled and responds inappropriately. It has been implied she is not a very happy person, and holds others responsible for her happiness. I won’t accept the burden of her joy, but seeing as she is less likely to be happy in her life, than I am in mine, she should witness the nuptials and experience the joy of seeing her son remarry without the distraction of an ex-husband’s twinkie. Besides, I knew when the day passed I would be happy again. Many times. I don’t know how many shots she has left at happiness, if she can’t find it in her self. Ideally, a wedding is a day, for mothers and fathers to experience the joy of having taught their children enough to start families of their own. The ashes of failed relationships has no place amidst the euphoria.

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Since the Mister had to drive past the old house, and the old town to reach the wedding destination, I decided to carpool with him and spend the weekend with my sister. If you have to burn that much gas, you might as well carpool.

We met my sister in a parking lot. When we arrived the Mister was talking on his cell, and I was talking on mine. The exchange was sort of abrupt. The process of de-phoning and transferring bags, interrupted the time usually reserved for formal good byes. My sister noted as we pulled out of the parking lot, “He didn’t want to leave you.” Yup, that’s my Mister.

We had a few errands before we went to Sister’s home. On our way to catch goldfish, (No, I’m not making this shit up) the Mister called to tell me something and decided to delay his next mission and help us catch fish. He doesn’t like saying good bye, even if it is temporary. He has a tendency to find me and stay with me a little longer. Departing twice seems easier than once.

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The wedding was lovely, the Mister showed me pictures on the drive home. Yes, home. It has nice ring to it. Mister Hombre looked quite handsome in his suit. The bride and groom looked equally stunning, and totally into each other. The Mister made transportation arrangements for the One Eyes to attend, and they seemed to have a good time.There was dancing, an open bar and shots. According to the Mister, all parties behaved civilly. Hopefully this will be a good omen for a lasting marriage.

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I suspect the Mister was disappointed I did not giving his feelings more consideration in this matter. Ultimately, I could have accused him of the same.

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Eventually, Baby Girl will marry and we will be staring this in the face again. When the time comes, I will handle it the same. It will be Baby Girl’s decision, not mine. She knows her mother best, and I trust that she will not take the decision lightly. That isn’t to say I know what she will deccide. It will always be up to the kids to decide which roles I play in their lives. I have no desire to win them over, only to be me. I enjoy their company for who they are, not who they aren’t. Mostly, it’s enough. Just being real.