There's something about weddings that both delight people and make them think they're owed detailed information about your personal life. In my experience, this is even more true when you are in your 30s, when it is not your first marriage, and when you have kids. When my husband and I got married, our situation met all three criteria in that trifecta of wedding-related nosiness. There are so many infuriating questions people will ask you directly after you're married.
Some of them don't seem so bad. Questions like, "How did you meet?" and "How long have you known each other?" aren't particularly intrusive, until you answer them a few hundred times and your responses are met with raised eyebrows. Some are super misogynistic. I don't remember anyone ever asking my husband if he was taking my name or if he planned to work outside the home. Others were just super inappropriate and frankly none of anyone else's damn business. No, I'm not pregnant, and we aren't sure if we are going to have more kids. Did you seriously just ask me if we got married because I was knocked up? Shame on you.
Our family is not conventional at all. Not even close. And while I understand that our story may be a little hard to follow for the white bread, small town, traditional crowd, it is perfectly us. So, the next time you decide to let your curiosity take over about someone else's relationship or wedding plans, stop and ask yourself, "What would Miss Manners say?"
The answer: "Let them have their special day. It's not about you."