Beware of Sugar Daddies with Big Families (Who Don’t Know How to Mind Their Own Business): Part 2

It was a foghorn, which woke the baby up, to announce the games. I had to get out of there and I fig­ured it would be the per­fect time to make my escape. Because I wasn’t mar­ried to Kee­gan yet and had the baby, I requested that some­one else take my place. It was at this point that we hopped a ride with Keegan’s grand­mother on the golf cart and headed back to her retire­ment home, where there was shade and air conditioning.

Thank­fully, it didn’t take Grandma more than 10 min­utes to get us back to her apart­ment. Once we were inside, she grabbed the liquor and made her­self a stiff drink. “Make your­self at home. I’m sure the cronies have all got­ten under your skin by now. You’re safe here and if you want to stay here instead of head back to the party in a lit­tle while, well I’ll make sure they don’t bother you and that pre­cious angel,” Grandma said, refer­ring to my baby.

We talked for about an hour as Grandma got drunk. Right around the time she was mak­ing her third drink, Kee­gan showed up. “Vivian, I was look­ing every­where for you! Please don’t take off like that.”

The baby needed—”

Kee­gan cut me off. “You mean you needed…”

Kee­gan, I needed a break. Your fam­ily is so in my face and busi­ness, I just needed a break. It feels like an attack from all angles, just because I wouldn’t hurry up and marry you,” I said, finally relieved to get it off my chest.

Grandma gig­gled and chimed in. “She’s right, you know. You two just take your time and do what’s right for you. That’s all that mat­ters,” Grandma said, throw­ing back her third drink before adding, “Well, that golf cart isn’t gonna drive itself! Kee­gan honey, why don’t you help your grammy back on over to the party and let your beau­ti­ful fiancée rest with the baby?”

I was relieved. This whole ordeal with his fam­ily was like a bar­rage of attacks about us get­ting mar­ried. What the hell? It was annoy­ing and frankly, it made me not even want to get mar­ried to him. I spent the rest of the day hang­ing out at Grandma’s apart­ment with the baby. Keegan’s sis­ter and niece joined me, along with Richard’s new wife Kelly and their newborn.

Although I would have much rather been left alone, this small group was man­age­able. By the end of the party, the four of us agreed that if any wed­ding would occur, it would have to be on a date that Kee­gan could never for­get. In the end, his fam­ily ended up winning.

Our wed­ding date was set for 10–10-10—October 10, 2010—and it was 10 weeks away.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.