Dear You,

I keep envisioning you showing up at my wedding this June. Walking in with your evil wife. Acting like nothing happened, but I suppose to you nothing has. You just floated away from us with no consequences for your actions. I almost want you to show up so I can hurt you like you hurt me, but again, you're not worth my time or energy.

I am lucky enough to be getting my dream wedding (well, the location at least). The Joslyn, religion-neutral yet exquisitely beautiful. I can't tell you how many times I've daydreamed about the parents' dance at my wedding. We'd dance to Tiny Dancer by Elton John, because for so long I was your tiny dancer.. in your hands.

I hope that someday you realize what you're missing out on. I'm not missing out on anything, I'm still living my life. Go ahead. Try to fill the void with your "steps." It will never come close to the real thing. Unless you have a shitty dad.

-Me

I'm seriously contemplating calling off this damn wedding. One thing after anothing is going wrong. First, the bridesmaid dresses. Then my bridesmaid drops out, then six guests. Now I had to tell my Matron of Honor that her kids can't come, even though I told her they already could. So things are going just freaking great! None of this stress seems worth it. I am beginning to shut down again....