Another weekend, another unbelievable act at a wedding.
I'm at a wedding of an old boyfriend of mine (fabulous guy - just not the right one for me!) who I get along brilliantly with still. His new wife is also delightful, and we get along sufficiently well that I was involved in a small way in the wedding (doing a reading) and it was not in any way weird for us.
Anyway, along comes the reception. I see people, greet them, chatting away with old friends, and then up comes the mother of the groom. Now, she and I haven't really seen each other since the late 1990 when Groom and I were dating, but I recognise her and say hello, and she gives me a huge kiss on the cheek, and starts gabbing about how long it's been, etc.
Groom's mum then proceeds to take me by the elbow, and starts introducing me to family members of Groom. Um, a little odd, but ok.
Groom's mum then gets more and more animated, saying things like, "This is peanutter, you remember peanutter? She accompanied Groom to his Year 12 formal. Isn't that nice? She's a [occupation] now, isn't that grand?" which then proceeds swiftly to things basically saying that isn't it a shame that Groom and I broke up ...
No mention that I've been with DH for 13 years, married for 8 years and have a baby, and am actually pretty happy with the status quo!
By this stage, I'm desperately but politely trying to recover my elbow and escape ... and I've just about managed it, when Groom's mum then leans across the table where we're now sitting, over to Bride, and says loudly, "Do you really need to be eating THAT, Bride??"
Bride and I are similar in colouring and general appearance, but Bride is maybe 6 sizes larger than me ... curves in all the same places, just larger ones. This does not bother her or Groom at all normally, they are one of the happiest, most in love couples I know, but I just couldn't believe it, and Bride goes white, then red, then retorts something along the lines that it's her wedding and her cake and it tastes great, and maybe Groom's mum would do well to try it too (GO BRIDE!!)
With the stricken guests all around, I escaped, and quickly enmeshed myself in a conversation with some friends and avoided Groom's mum for the rest of the reception.
And thankfully, Bride and Groom seemed to have a marvellous time!

