This week has been a little tricky. I have tried my darn hardest to stay positive and bright faced and there has been some amazing highs and some difficult lows.
I had the most special day Wednesday with my darling best and she took me to a couple of beautiful wedding dress shops to have a wee dress up. It was a perfect day. I could not wait to tell my mother and sister the following day. They however were able to contain their excitement... by barely showing any enthusiasm what so ever.
I came home and burst into tears.
I come from a big family. I have FOUR sisters and FOUR brothers. I am number eight out of nine. Sometimes I really do feel like I am just a number. I am the quietest of the bunch and have always been the type to wait for my turn to speak (purely because I could never get a word in!) but never did it come. It still doesn't. I am nearly 27.
I thought my wedding would be super special, the youngest of the girls and for once I could be the centre of attention... but most of them do not even seem interested let alone excited. My Papa has probably been the only one who has spoken and asked questions about it. Brother's girlfriend's have asked too.
I know it must be hard to keep up to date with everyone especially with their own little families to focus on too... but sometimes it really shows that most of them don't even care. I either get roped into doing some kind of job at a kid's party or don't even get a 'hello how are you?'!
I know they love me, as do I love them... but sometimes I feel alone in this big ol gigantic family of mine.
Thank goodness for best friends and the Prince.