The Bittersweet

I'm finally thinking about getting married. I guess I'm starting to grow up. Kirk and I are seriously discussing things and finalizing plans. I've even discussed things with my mom and my sister.

I'm excited about the planning and the thinking things out...and considering budgets. We've decided to go back home to Chicago to get married. It'll be September...the only question is whether to do it in '09 or '10.

And yet there's this ominous cloud that's been weighing on me. I would so love to invite one of my closest childhood friends...and one of my mom's closest friends. The problem is that she's married to the man that abused me. And he's also the father of my childhood friend. If I were to invite them I have the very real concern of having this man who I want no where near me to be at the wedding. That day should be a day of happiness and rejoicing...and I refuse to have it marred by the presense of that man.

The downside is that it means I won't be able to invite any of the Filipinos because I don't want anyone hurt or rumors flying. I'll miss the Filipinos at my wedding, but it's for the best.

If that's the only fly in the ointment so far, though, we're off to a pretty good start.