Our Third Test

The next week we attended a dinner my farther was throwing for all of his friends who had helped at the reception, setting up, packing up etc.

Unfortunately it transpired that they had all been greatly offended by D's mothers boyfriend and their friends during the course of the reception and I spent the whole evening listening to how terrible my wedding was, how terrible my in-laws were, how badly they had been treated by them and by the end of it just felt like complete wreck and that my wedding had been the worst ever.

This, all of the feelings everyone felt, all of the blame I felt, all of the anger I felt towards 'them' D's mother, boyfriend and friends engulfed me. And it kept on spinning round in my head the lies she had told, the promises she had broken, why she hadn't turned up, the wedding gift she promised and we didn't receive and with time more emerged, that her boyfriend had stolen our wedding present from D's grandmother, to fuel the turmoil.

Although not a definable event this is what I refer to as our third test and not only was the most destructive and hardest to overcome, it was also the less shared of the three.