My Ex Boyfriend’s Wedding

So I was invited to my ex’s wedding. As you all know [heheh] I am a happy-go-lucky merry like Christmas child who does live loving with everyone as far as possible. Including most of my ex’s. This one was from back in college. We were together for a decent amount of time and had parted amicably. My ambition lead me far away from him and he moved on.. can’t say I am too sad about that cause I am happy with the way things are right now. ANYWAYS to get back to my story:

Me and the ex get along pretty well. Totally platonic. I knew his fiance, they had been friends from when we were dating, and I was even nice to her when she moved to town. Introduced her to the good girly stuff: hairdressers, gym, manicurists etc. So it was reasonable that they invited me to their nuptials. Double envelops, gold dust and written RSVP. The whole affair was planned for her homeland St Lucia. So I decided to book myself into a nice hotel and make a small vacation of the whole thing… Boy am I stupid sometimes!! Good Grief!

So I fly in the night before, only missing the bridal shower half on purpose. By time I reach the hotel its time to sleep and prepare for the big show the next day. The morning is beautiful, and soon enough I am dressed all pretty and in a shuttle bus on my way to the church. Its not until mid way across the island I realise that the whole bus is filled with older couples. Phooey! and here I was half planning to meet some hot guy… no worries, its a lovely sunny day in the tropics. The ceremony was nice, the reception was fun and by the end of the evening I was feeling all upbeat like ‘hey! I wanna get married too.. this is fun and very ‘feel-good!’

The next morning was when the fun really began. I was up early and at the buffet line when I heard my name being yelled. I turned to find about six tables of ex’s family having breakfast. His mom dragged me over [literally!] and introduced me ‘Hey everyone, this is Spice… y’all remember Spice don’t you??’ I am almost certain she winked when she said that. ‘Oh Honey.. are you here alone??’ I really should send his aunt a thank you note for pointing out that glaring fact. And so it started, the y’all-remember-the-grooms-ex-who-seems-to-be-all-alone-and-sad vacation I will never forget. Sheesh.

So for the next few days I was immersed in my ex’s family. I tried to dodge them, they called my room. I went out on a island tour by myself and ran into them. What can I say? He has a big family and it was a very very small island   Not that they aren’t nice people, and I’m sure they meant well but I think I really hit rockbottom when I realised they were trying to set me up with recently widowed Uncle Leroy one night at dinner. Good Lorsh! I kicked myself for not making up a boyfriend who had to be in New York on business to explain my apparently woeful singledom.

Anyways, I am happy to report that ex and his wife are still happy and still my friends… so I guess it was all for the best. Needless to say: I learnt my lesson!

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