Bio-mom is getting married. Good for her... I hope she's happy. In all honesty, I really couldn't care less, but I will admit, it brings me a bit of relief. My sincere hope is that it is a good marriage which will free the kids from worring about their mother being "alone" or without any financial support.
Recently, we learned bio-mom and her fiance are planning a destination wedding. Sounds lovely. I'm sure it will be nice and the kids will enjoy traveling with their mother. New memories will be made and, hopefully, they will be good memories which can erase the terror of mad jellyfish stings and arguing adults from the last trip they took with their mother and her ex-fiance. Yes, this should be a good trip for the kids.
Then Doc H and I learn each of the kids (now, remember, the girls are piss-pot, poor college students and LB is finishing up middle school) are expected to make a financial "donation" towards the wedding.
The "donation" basically equates to their own airfare. And, I'm not talking $99 round trip airfare. I'm talking over land and ocean airfare.
If you want your kids to attend your wedding, yet can't afford to foot the bill, why not have a less expensive, local wedding at one of the many picturesque locales we are blessed with nearby?
While the girls do have weekend jobs to have a little slush fund, what is LB to do? Fork over all his birthday and Christmas money? None of these cover the expected "donation" amount. Then what?
We'll be asked to cover the "donation" for them.
Yes, I'm waiting. Sometime in 2014, I fully expect the kids to ask Doc H to help them cover their "donation" for his ex-wife's wedding. Mark my words, people. Mark my words.
Like I said.... I can't make this shit up.