Tonight was my first wedding since I got sober.
My cousin had a very small gathering (20 people). My sister was the photographer and I was her plus one.
I sat next to my cousin's father, who I haven't seen in forever (he and my Aunt divorced like 30 years ago). He is a big joker, never serious. He leaned over to me and whispered, "Between you and me, her family is a bunch of drunks. That is why we aren't having booze here."
I smiled and laughed a little nervously and he said, "I'm not kidding." I said, "I am sure you aren't."
When it came time for the toast, I sipped my water instead of the glass I was given, since I didn't know what it was. My aunt came over and said, "That isn't alcoholic if you want to have it."
My cousin's dad's eyes got large and he said, loudly, "Are you an alcoholic?" I smiled and said, "Yes, I am."
It was just so stupid. I don't want to have to deal with this crap for the rest of my life.
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