First, my friend is still with her husband but is making progress. She recently began seeing a counselor who is telling her all the same things I have. A counselor is objective, though; it’s easier to take them seriously and to follow their suggestions. The last I knew, my friend was going to follow through with Women’s Emergency Services (WES) to see if they could help her. WES can set women and their children up in really nice housing, and though there is usually a waiting list, they can sometimes give vehicles to the women- to keep – so that they can get back and forth to work.
My friend hasn’t left her husband yet, but she’s making those first steps. Keep her in your thoughts.
I’ve been busy trying to get financial aid documents sorted and am only part-way through. There’s only 3 weeks left to the semester and projects and papers are coming due. Then there’s work. I’m tired and stressed, but it’s all going to turn out in the end. I just have to push through this last little bit.
SIL was beautiful on her wedding day, as well she should have been. The best part was the Father-Daughter dance. Her father is a cranky old SOB most of the time, but that night… he was beaming. She’s his pride and joy. There’s always been a special bond between those two; she’s Daddy’s Little Girl. I’ve never seen that man so proud and happy in the 15 years I’ve known him; it actually left me teary-eyed, which is quite a feat! And there was nary a beer koozie in sight. There was, however, a best man wearing a top-hat style felt cap emblazoned with the Confederate flag. The less said about my feelings on that subject, the better. At least he didn’t wear it during the ceremony, but I suspect he would have if he could have. Not my friend, so not my problem. But…
[insert expletive-laden rant here if you please]
On a lighter note, one of the groomsmen fainted during the ceremony.
There were 4 of them, and the others caught this guy before he hit the ground. The front pews were empty so they got him over there. Some woman ran and grabbed a basket in case the guy hurled. He didn’t, in case you were wondering. He was white. After a brief pause the ceremony continued while people looked after this guy. He was able to stand before the end of the wedding. It was touch-and-go, but he made it; he leaned on the bridesmaid he was paired with as they walked back up the aisle. He remained ghostly white for about another hour, and never fully regained his color. I don’t think so, at any rate. I don’t know him, so I don’t know how naturally pale he usually is. But his color was off. Poor guy was so embarrassed! I still don’t know what happened, but I felt badly for him. Since he’s ok, though, I also have to chuckle over it a little. It was a memorable wedding! *G*
Ah, well, back to the grind now.