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  • I am part of a very blended family. None of the 2.4 children malark.
    With divorced parents who have both re-married, we are certainly not short of members.
    The latest event to take place was that of my stepdad's parents' Diamond Wedding anniversary.

    I hope to be so lucky.
    I think divorce is too easy these days; it's some god awful statistic that 1 in 2 marriages end in divorce.
    I want my wedding to be my first and last.
    Here, in front of me, is proof that it can happen.
    Apparently the couple in celebration always argue on their anniversary,
    maybe that's the secret....

    Everyone on the stepdad's side put in effort to shower the couple with love and affection.
    Rightly deserved.
    A fancy restaurant was booked and we all toasted with champagne at their house before lunch.
    Presents exchanged and then we all, ten in total, bundled into a hired coach to go to the restuarant,
    with another four following in a car.
    This was four generations of family we are talking about.

    My step-sister exclaimed, "I feel like we're going on a school trip" as we chose seats in the coach.
    The brother and I got the back seats, the cool seats by school standard,
    although this in no way reflected my status at school.

    More champagne, endless wine, banoffee pie and more presents filled the hours of lunch.
    The men were dressed in suits and ties, grey or black, my brother wore a blazer.
    The women, ages varied, slipped into dresses from Topshop, Monsoon, M&S or Viyella.
    Hair spray flammable, mingling scents of perfume and not an unmascara-ed eyelash.
    We could have been heading to Ascot, not The Brickwall in Bexely-on-Sea.

    I had to sit next to my brother, we weren't really speaking, just acting civil.
    I was pissed at him.
    He had an extra ticket to the olympic rowing which he advertised in an open facebook message for a taker.
    I was the first to respond to his message.
    Did I go? No.
    His response was short and malicious, "why whould I want to go with you?"
    Does he hate me that much, have we lost each other for good?
    He fell asleep on the coach journey back to the house.
    So I took an ample array of photos of him....which might wind up on facebook.
    Tagged and everything.
    I know its petty and childish,
    and two wrongs don't make a right,
    but I am hurt.

    Anyway my 30 year old step-sister did the same when her boyfriend fell asleep.
    So I'm not all bad.
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