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[draconisregena]

Since I can't sleep....
I have a beer and a blanket and I will fall asleep I guess, I just have a few things on my mind.


My dad picked me up from the airport when I came back from Amsterdam. I wasn't really happy to be back in the States but at the same time it is what I'm used to. It strikes me that I am very much accustomed to being unhappy and hiding it. Maybe one of these days I should examine that...but I digress.

I told my dad that Richard had proposed to me. His response was "oh that's interesting." which led to an interesting (read really upsetting) conversation about how much I hadn't thought this through and how I really don't know Richard at all. I ended the conversation with "Well I'm happy, what more do you want?"

Now....I called home a few days ago (maybe my main problem?) And I talked to dad a bit. I told him how things were going and how unsure I was about planning a wedding having never done it before...And the conversation goes as follows...

"so you're actually getting married to Richard?"
"Yes...I thought I made that clear"
"Well I didn't know you'd accepted..."
...
And he says "Well you tell us what you want and we'll make sure it happens...that's the responsibility of the bride's family...you really do need to tell your mother though."

So what the heck happened to my dad? Mr. You-don't-know-what-the-fuck-you're-doing?

Are you sure we can't elope love?