I’m getting better at standing in my financial truth and saying no when I don’t have money to spend or that I want to spend. But what do you do when it’s your family? And what it, even though your future brother-in-law just ended a stint of unemployment, you’re still the poor one?
Sometimes I just want a man, not to be an emotional support, an activity partner and to give it to me on the reg, but simply to share the damn bills.
We’re celebrating Father’s Day early (today) so my sis can celebrate the actual day with hubby’s family and after I suggested something active, three somethings active to be exact, she decided we’re indoor kart racing. Apparently there are “head socks” involved and I have to wear closed toed shoes? WTF? It’s 100 degrees outside woman!
I get that my dad’s a boy and for one or two days a year, we do boy things to make him feel better about having been trapped in an otherwise all-female house for 20 years of his life, but this is not my thing. It’s especially not my thing for $56 for essentially 30 minutes of play.
But, that’s the activity and I don’t feel comfortable telling them that I would rather choose not to afford it. But I guess that’s what you do for family.
I even sucked it up and threw my hat in the ring to help plan my sister’s pre-wedding events, which will likely not be cheap either. When she initially spilled that I wasn’t the maid of honor, I kind of took a giant leap back and, like a kid picked last for kickball, pretended I didn’t really want to play anyway. New plans included NOT planning showers and parties and YES getting drunk at the wedding because I didn’t have to worry about giving a speech.
Her reason for not asking me to be her MOH was that she didn’t think her BFF and actual MOH would do anything, which A. makes no sense and B. is totally what’s happening.
After a dress shopping trip a few months ago, the MOH said she wanted to talk about details for the shower because she had been planning it. We all leaned in, ready to get down to it. “I think we should have it at a winery.” That was it. Way to plan, MOH, way to plan.
For a while I thought I could sit back and be okay with that. It’s not my job after all. My sister even kind of brushed off the idea of a bachelorette party based on the pregnancy of the other bridesmaid, but who doesn’t want at least some occasion to celebrate?
Even though I’m realizing I’m more hurt by her behavior in the past few years than I previously thought, I couldn’t let the wedding come and go without giving her the proper pomp and circumstance around the whole thing. She’s my sister.
So I jumped in and asked about plans and based on the fact that three days have passed without a peep in this constantly connected world, I feel like I might be taking it over. But, I guess that’s what you do for family.
And now that I’m in charge, I’m going to call it a hen night or maybe a stagette, because both are waaaay cuter.
UPDATE: My wonderful mother paid for kart racing and I crashed under a wall three laps in. Then I helped pay for dinner.