Not really as a kid, but...
I'm nicely pissed off with life at the moment, so please excuse excess venom. (If you get any on you, use a damp cloth *straight away*!)

Anyhow - Mrs. God and I tied the knot a few weeks ago. Due to both sets of parents being split up and not speaking, my brother being away, hers being... well, not around, and so on, we decided to slope off and do it on the quiet. And so we duly sloped off to a handy Registry Office, and did the deed.

Now all nicely married and stuff, we began phoning round family and friends. Hers all went well, with extreme disbelief the worst reaction she had. I phone my Mom. Oh dear. I'm not going to describe her reaction, but please feel free to arrange the words "staring", "stark", and "batshit" into a well-known phrase or saying.

As best I could make out, I shouldn't have done that. Apparently I'll be carjacked and stabbed to death in that radioactive wasteland up North (Birmingham) whilst touring the country collecting kids off assorted slags (err, where did *that* come from?).

She didn't congratulate us then, and hasn't since.

She did text a couple of weeks later, saying that she's "put aside her feelings of rejection". Note, that's not "got over", or "dismissed", that's "put aside" as in "in case they're useful later on.

So, despite being in my mid 30s*, previously married, and generally quite responsible, I'm not allowed to get married. Right you are then. Let me know when your favourite son produces an heir.

(* That's "mid 30s" as in "late 30s" :( )
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Sat 10 Mar 2007, 15:38, Reply)