I just got off the phone with my intended. She's having a rough night due to a migraine that won't ease off, and I'm still feeling pretty crappy myself with the sinus issues and bronchitis. I figured we'd have a nice, light conversation before we both finally crashed for the night. Somehow, we wound up discussing wedding stuff.

And amid all of this, things her mother's been saying came up. I immediately asked if alcohol was involved before the conversation they had tonight took place, and got an affirmative answer. Lovely.

Apparently, her mother is "concerned" that I'm marrying her because I want money, that I expect that we'll get everything when her folks die, that I'm sorely mistaken in thinking her family rich, that if we think she's going to let us live at the house we're mistaken, that she "expects a long and apologetic talk" regarding something I supposedly said two years ago, and a few other minor things that made me sit there like "...what?".

I know they're not rich. I don't care. Why her mother figures I'd think them rich just because they live on a lake, I have no idea. One of my uncles lives on a lake. He's not loaded. It's possible to do without money flying out of your backside. Sheesh.

WTF? Inheritance? Oh, yipee? I really don't care. I'd like to think it's obvious I don't give a flying fornication about money due to the fact that I'm marrying someone that's on a provincial disability pension. It's not exactly the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, eh? Lordy.

We never said we wanted to live at the house forever like the assumption has become. It's been made plain as day, or so we both thought, that we're getting an apartment and will be working toward perhaps getting a house of our own somewhere down the line. The only time we'll be staying there is when I go up on my tourist visa, during which point we'll be hunting for an apartment, moving in to the apartment, and filing my permanent resident application. I don't see where this is hard to understand.

The other stuff is one gigantic circular argument that's been going on for four years about me being possessive, me supposedly treating my intended "like shit all the time", at one point there was a supposed insult regarding my apparent loose moral standing (my father was very amused by that, really ), and it's just all stuff that only ever comes spilling out when my intended's mother's been drinking.

I do my best to ignore it. I really, really do. But now we're both afraid that her mom's going to decide to get blitzed during the reception, and let her lips do the walking, so to speak. It makes me cringe, since I'm picturing her saying something to my father, and...oh man.

This just has "mess" written all over it. I'm going to have to do some thinking on ways to keep things from getting so thick I need hip waders between now and the day of the ceremony. I know all of this is upsetting my intended, and because of that, I'm getting ticked off. Especially since there's absolutely no reason for it.

Bleh. It's about time I see about getting myself settled for some sleep. I'm hoping that I get more than six hours worth today, really.