❤️ 🫣 Elope with Me 🫣 ❤️ (F4A) (Tomboy GF Asks You to Elope) (Wholesome)

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Hello! I have returned from a meeting with my mother, and so. ..

the vibe is slightly off, I apologise. Hello. It went.

Just be aware that if I'm slightly lacklustre and grumpy it has nothing to do with you, I just. .. That woman, I love her, but she is just so adamant about so many things.

To the point of, I don't even know why she bothers asking my opinion because apparently my opinion is null and void. Or just not taken into consideration, so why bother asking me, mother? It's okay.

She means well. I think. I hope.

Dear God, I hope. How are you, my love? Concerned? Concerned about what? Me? Why am I concerning? Oh, you've noticed that, have you? Well, if you want me to be totally and completely honest, I feel like this wedding isn't mine.

Or yours, or ours. I feel like this is our parents going, look, look, social status, look, we told you they'd get married, look! And I understand that they come from a different time, the 1800s, and clearly that means something to them, but I'm honestly not sure that it's meaning much to me.

Or you. And every time we meet up with my parents or your parents, I just feel like we're trying to make them happy. And I know there's nothing inherently wrong with wanting your parents to be happy, but I do feel that your wedding day should really be about you and your person.

Is that crazy? I know I'm our only daughter, but I just feel like it's such a thing. It becomes like this own creature that just keeps growing and growing, and it's like, I didn't sign up for a creature.

You asked me to marry you, and I said yes, and I'm very happy about that, and I want to marry you, but now it feels like, what should this tablecloth look like, and who should sit next to whom? Well, we have to invite your Uncle Henry. It's like, why? Why? I never see him.

I haven't seen him since I was four. I have never had a conversation with him. But apparently we have to invite him, because if we don't, we'll upset Aunt Cecile.

And who the fuck is still called Cecile? And I barely know her either, so why do I particularly care whether she's upset or not? Oh, the cake.

Well, we can't have this, because that's traditional, but we can't have that, because that's too modern. It's a cake. It's going to be eaten.

Does it taste good? Great. Those are the requirements.

But no, no, no, no, no, no. It needs to be this many tiers, and we also need to make sure, is it vegan? Is it gluten? Is it.

.. Well, actually, those are quite valid concerns, because if people die, that wouldn't be good, but it's not about people being vegan. And she's not happy with my dress.

And I quote, it's just not wow. Yeah, she did. And she meant it.

And then she finished it off by saying, I'm only saying what everyone's thinking. And it's like, who? Who else is thinking that, mum? Because I'm not.

I love this dress. It is the only choice I've made, and I love it. And I know you're not meaning to, but you're hurting my feelings.

And honest to God, not to sound like a prima donna, I don't care whether you like my dress. I don't care if nobody else likes my dress. I like my dress.

Because I chose my dress, and it's my dress, and I'm the one getting married. And the more I talk about it, I'm sure the more I sound like a selfish, spoiled brat, and I don't mean to be warned. It's just.

.. I hate it. The wedding, I hate the wedding.

I hate everything she's organised for it. I hate the people that are coming. I barely know any of them.

I hate the food. I hate the stuffiness. The schedule.

There's a schedule on how to get married. You do this, then you do this. I hate the photographer.

I hate that there's even a photographer there. If she knew me at all, she would know I don't want a photographer there. I hate photographs.

I hate being in a photograph. I hate the idea of just stopping living my life. And does it mean like, oh, pose like this, pose like this.

It's like I don't want to. That's not real life. I want to be with you, and get married, and be your wife, and all that shit.

I just, I hate our wedding. And I don't think I can get married like that. And I think I need to say something right now about it, because the wedding's in two years, and if we say something now, she'll probably be able to refund most of it.

And also, I didn't want to wait two years to get married, but she insisted on this place, and there's a two-year waitlist, and because she said that's what had to be done, but it's not her wedding. And I've allowed it to become her wedding, and I'm so sorry. I am so sorry, and you've been so patient, and so lovely, and just been like, oh, well, if that's what you two really want, and I think you were just thinking that's secretly what I wanted, but it's not.

None of this is what I want. I don't want a huge fucking cake. I don't want a wow dress.

I don't want a fucking photographer asking me to pose this way, that way for three hours. I don't want any of that. I want us to just get married, and be like, we're married.

Woohoo, look at my ring. And I'm really sorry that I didn't say anything earlier. I think I was just trying to make my mum happy, but I can't, because if I made her happy, I guess I'd have to be a different person to make her happy.

And I don't think she's a bad person. I don't think she's evil. I don't think she's malicious.

I think she's just really intense, and gets wrapped up in her own ideas about how a person should be happy. But that's not going to make me happy, and it won't make you happy either. What do you want? You tell me, okay? You had zero say in this.

You just let her run wild, and I thank you for trying to get along with my mum, but what do you want? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, not what do I want. What do you want? No, stop thinking about me.

Think about you. What do you want for your wedding? If you even want a wedding, I mean, do you want a wedding? No, I am not breaking off our engagement.

I'm asking you, do you want a whole, wow, and cake, and yay? Probably shouldn't have phrased it like that. Do you want a wedding? Mate, it's totally okay if you want one.

I just want to know what you want. Because I love you, and I value you, and I want you to be happy. And not my mother's idea of happiness, your idea.

Yes, tell me, please. So you do want a wedding. What does that wedding look like? Me in my dress, and us getting married.

I don't know why I'm crying, but I am. I love you. But I really, really love you.

It's kind of gross. Or at the very least embarrassing. What do I want? I, I want to marry you.

And I don't want to wait two years. I don't want to wear my dress. And I want to do it now.

I want to be married to you. And we are not having my mother's wedding. We are not standing there like pretty little dolls, saying hi to people that we've never met before, caring about everybody else but ourselves.

We're not doing it. I'm not. We're not, okay? You and I, people please our way through life, and it needs to stop.

This is how we end up in these situations where we go, oh, well, if it'll make you happy. It can't always be about everyone else. Hey, and I'm sorry if I'm, I'm not angry with you.

I'm, I'm, I love that you care about other people, and I love that you're sensitive and caring, and you want other people to be happy, but you have to be happy too, goddammit. And I think I know how to make you happy. I think you want a small wedding, and you want me there in my dress, and just two random witnesses that have to be there that are plucked out from somewhere.

Is that what you want? Okay. What I should've done six months ago.

Hi, mom. Okay.