Having a rotten time of it the last day or so. Yesterday (Tuesday) was another day where I had to spend the entire day in bed, and couldn't focus properly on any task for more than a few minutes at a time. For instance, I could read a couple of blog entries, type a little response, and then have a break - but I couldn't read a whole chapter of a book.
For dinner I ended up phoning my parents and asking if they could pick up some pizza for me. I hate having to do that because it makes me feel so dependent and I know it interrupts their evening too, but it's part of this thing about promising to eat one hot meal a day, if I can't sort it out for myself then I am obliged to ask someone else to sort it out for me.
Chris (my stepdad) arrived a bit later with pizza. He tapped on my door (they have keys so he had let himself in the main door, but still knocks on the actual door of the flat because it's my flat and he respects my privacy) and I got up, lurched to the door, wrenched it open and promptly fell over backwards into the bathroom, where I landed heavily on my bum and narrowly missed knocking my head on the toilet.
Chris had his friend Colin with him, so that added an extra dimension of embarassment. They put the pizza down, helped me up off the floor and onto the sofa, gave me my pizza and left.
One slice in I realised I'd forgotten to give them the money for the pizza. I was mortified. How could I have done that? Why hadn't Chris prompted me? What on earth would Colin think of me and how my mum had brought me up? My purse was sitting right there on the table, it was just that it had clean escaped my mind to give Chris any money this time. I phoned mum and she calmed me down and said I could give them the money the next day, and to shut up and eat my pizza.
It's for this reason that today (Wednesday), despite not feeling great, I decided that I felt better than yesterday so I was going to damn well go to my parents' house and settle the account ASAP. Which meant I was the first to hear the news...
They've finally set a date to get married!
The idea of marriage has been floating around for a while, ever since it became apparent that Chris's next of kin was no longer anyone he was in touch with or who had any idea of his wishes. If something happens to Chris, he wants my mum to be there in the hospital, being asked for permissions and there by his bedside and so on. Vice versa too, although if something happens to mum, Davina and I are "official" next of kin and we both love and respect Chris enough to make sure that he is regarded as family too.
Naturally that's not the only reason for a marriage (there's some love stuff and having been in an extremely solid relationship for several years) but that's what tipped the balance and made them decide to get engaged to be married, rather than just continuing to live together ad infinitum.
The date set is mum's birthday, which will be in September this year. It's not concrete yet - mum needs to find her Decree Absolute from her divorce from my biological father and then she and Chris have to go to the register office and make sure they *can* get married on that date. It's a Thursday so hopefully it won't be a problem.
It'll be a small wedding. At present the list is: Mum, Chris; mum's best friend and her husband; Chris's best friend plus partner if he has one; me plus Steve if he can get the time off; Davina plus Pip if they're still together; and mum's brother and his wife if they can make it.
I'm so happy that mum's got someone who makes her as happy as Chris does.
They told me off for having a soppy grin, would you credit it!
*continues to have soppy grin*