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" A couple of housekeeping items:  *Zach and I FINALLY have a second date planned for Sunday.  *My Little Brother and his wife, along with my parents, are coming to visit for Christmas. My parents and I worked their visit out a few weeks ago, but LB&amp;#039;s wife was being a pain about coming because she&amp;#039;s not very fond of our mother. It&amp;#039;s worth noting that, while LB has always had his issues with Mom, he&amp;#039;s gotten much more hostile since his marriage. Thankfully, Sarah will be here to help diffuse any drama that might arise.  Now, onto Meg. While I was at work today, she sent me this IM:  megalicious: i&amp;#039;m supposed to be getting married in less than two weeks and i haven&amp;#039;t even mailed the invites yet. can i send an evite?  aohk: you could, but i&amp;#039;m guessing your grandmother won&amp;#039;t be able to figure out how to respond. why don&amp;#039;t you guys just push the date back and give yourself (and your guests who have to travel) some more time?  megalicious: K I CAN&amp;#039;T DO THIS. SEND HELP.  Naturally, I headed straight to her place after work. When I got there, she was in tears, invitations and envelopes strewn about everywhere and &amp;quot;RUN AWAY&amp;quot; scribbled on her to-do list in large scrawl.  &amp;quot;Okay, lady,&amp;quot; I said, sitting down on the couch and patting the cushion next to me. &amp;quot;Tell me what&amp;#039;s going on.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t do everything that needs to be done before the wedding,&amp;quot; she said with a sniffle. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s impossible.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Push it back,&amp;quot; I said, gently.  &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot;  She began to sob. &amp;quot;Because if I don&amp;#039;t do it now, I&amp;#039;m going to back out.&amp;quot;  I stared at her with my mouth open, not quite sure what to say.  &amp;quot;I never wanted to get married,&amp;quot; she began. &amp;quot;Not even to Al. He was the one who insisted we get married. And I hated it, K. I hated everything about being married. I hated the wedding. I hated being introduced as &amp;#039;Al&amp;#039;s Wife.&amp;#039; I hated having a joint checking account, and never being able to go on a vacation by myself. All of it. And now I&amp;#039;m going to do it all over again. Me, Meg, I&amp;#039;m not even going to exist anymore. I&amp;#039;m going to be one-half of MegandTex, and that&amp;#039;s it.&amp;quot;  She looked at me with pleading in her eyes, like she wanted me to tell her to call the whole thing off.  &amp;quot;Meg, it doesn&amp;#039;t have to be that way. You can be married and still have your own identity. Tex was married before too, remember. I&amp;#039;m sure you both have a pretty good idea of how you want to do things.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;So did me and Al,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And then once we got married, everything changed.&amp;quot;  It took a good couple of hours, but I finally managed to convince Meg that it was up to her and Tex, together, to figure out what kind of marriage they want, whether it&amp;#039;s one with separate bank accounts or not. She admitted that she really does want to spend the rest of her life with him, but that the idea of having a second wedding gave her hives. The solution was simple: elopement. No ceremony. No reception. No guests. No wedding party.  Is it weird that I&amp;#039;m kind of bummed out about not being in a wedding? I&amp;#039;m happy for her and Tex, though. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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