I'm going to take a cue from a MOG I recently worked with, and look at this upcoming nightmare of a wedding the way she looked at her son's wedding... she was just going to get through it. So, that's what I am going to do. I am just going to get through it. I AM JUST GOING TO GET THROUGH IT. Because I am so done. I don't care. I feel like the fucking giving tree (The Giving Tree, Shel Silverstein), and right now I am down to a teeny tiny stump with absolutely nothing left to give. Actually, if I had any branches left, I'd use them to the whack the bitch, and completely fuck her over by quitting the day before her wedding.