It has been made known to me that I am never going to receive the proper well wishes at Trenton’s and my wedding ceremony that we need, no we need this, this is not. want. We were kicked out of church because of this, and Trenton was not welcomed at GCC Denver due to his choice of living arrangements, and I find this appalling. Meanwhile, Danny, the oldest of two sons by Mom and Dad, is getting married this Saturday. In two days! And I was not informed weeks in advance. I would have joined them at the ceremony but there would be a catch: my parents would have to buy a plane ticket for Trenton, and for both of us, a round trip would have to be bought. Secondly, my family would learn to accept Trenton for all qualities: blind, black, tall, handsome, all that. I had a good discussion with our friend Clayton, who had two unsuccessful marriages, but learned a lot. Clayton suggested we simply get a license for $30. There’s a problem with that. Where’s the memory in that? Where the hell is the wedding bands? Even my friend Art’s wedding puts mine to shame, even my brother’s small one will have more than just two family members, a judge, and the couple. Is that anything close to joyful for everybody? I might as well say this.
If you’re going to continue not supporting me and Trenton as a couple, don’t bother inviting us out anywhere. If you see a kid born, know this. You won’t be allowed to know hat the kids exist. Only Trenton’s family and a select few people will get the text message from either of us saying a baby is even born. Since you don’t support me, then you shouldn’t be talking to Trenton either. We’re a united couple and we won’t let bullshit get between us, moreover, since I can’t even update my wedding details, then forget that you even received a wedding invite. If you truly cared, ou would’ve donated to the GoFundMe account set up for our wedding, but no, you allow your little stigmatic brains to ick in and destroy any possibility that Trenton and I get happiness at all. Instead, you and those among you who I know this happened, you all throw out unsolicited matches, other girls for Trenton, not support me because of the mess with my exes, well, worse yet, you don’t give a damn how we get married. But you don’t want us to, and you make me look like a fool for going out with Trenton all in th name of false security or safety. I deserve more happiness than all of you!!!!!!!! All of you who don’t want us to be happy, we’re going on a Caribbean cruise, okay? We’re going to have a bottle of wine, okay? We’re going to Vegas and gambling away all the money you could have spent buying Trenton a possible other girl. While my brother’s children steal and kill my opportunities as a blind person, I’m here writing this blog, in a bug infested apartment, being guilt tripped, being put down by all of this so called community that is supposed to support, not turn away. I’m through with the way any nd all of you have treated me over the years, all of it needs to be reanalyzed. Think about how you’d feel if I told you that your boyfriend or girlfriend wasn’t right because simply put, I don’t like this person or that person. How would you like it if I suggested that Kate Bosworth marry your boyfriiend or perhaps the defiled Nick Carter marry your girlfriend? How does that make any of you feel? Do you truly put feelings first? You should care, care, and care again because the way you go about it, there’s no empathy or joy for me and Trenton. We will have no flowers, no cake, no music, not a fifty foot wedding veil or even the tiara will not have a matching wedding gown! My brother did not deserve this and only got it all because of work and ability related privilege. I am not entitled because I don’t have privilege, period. Clayton even said this in his twitter. Let me paraphrase what he says. Blind people who are entitled are the privileged few with work, money, and things. I’m absolutely angry because while Trenton and I want to have wedding bells, we can’t get the help we need to get true happiness out of it, and we can’t even afford a vacation to Disneyland California for Pete’s sake. We want the cruise, or the trip to Vegas, but you privileged white people have stolen this opportunity from us. Same with you able people. Even some disabled people.
So here are some ways you can support us.
1. First and foremost, buy my wedding dress and get Trenton a new outfit he can wear.
2. Bring us a cake that we can both eat, without the whippy icing please.
3. Please bring us roses, flowers, roses mostly though.
4. Give us a universal minister that will do a truly moving celebration for us, even prayers that don’t necessarily lean toward homophobic references or Christianity only.
5. Send us off on a honeymoon of a lifetime. Give us the option of going to a place that is accessible, near transport and stores, and near attractions. IF you guys can’t support any of these fie things, then kiss your opportunity to see the future children of me and Trenton goodbye.
I’m sorry i had to write this, but the way people act around me, it must be done. This must be written, and I’m a lot safer writing this rather than prank calling my brother so that he thinks his new bride is cheating on him. What am I supposed to do anyway!
I love Trenton, and I want to give without condition, without strings attached. I want to give him all the love I can possibly give him, but if we can’t rely on a babysitter for our children so we can go on dates once or twice a month, then what would the point of life be? If we can’t get support while I’m pregnant, then what? And Worse, if the kids are special needs category, where they may not be able to talk, see, walk, etc., how the hell are we going to get them the right services and stuff? Blind children are already being denied Braille at every level, and I’m considering homeschool so that the public and private school students can shut up. I don’t want my kids to be bullied, or the teachers to b in on shielding the children’s grades from us, the blind parents. We need to always be in the loop, and when the kids go to college, all that we do will hopefully be of service to them. I hope that one day, Trenton and I get to pack up a son or daughter and their stuff for university, then sit in an empty house and feel that common feeling of heartbreak, yet the feeling of accomplishment as well, knowing that what we’ve done will do our child a great service. When son or daughter gets a new house, I hope we can rejoice to the moon and back when that happens. But they need married and loyal parents who will not divorce or separate for any reason. Not for a lifetime of unsupportive misery.