We were all admittedly surprised when my sister announced her engagement.
Her boyfriend at the time had been going back and forth about wanting a long term relationship with my sister.
Apparently he finally told her she had to marry him or break up. I hate to say it, although I know he feared losing my sister and his apartment and having to live out of his car while trying to make it on his own. Hopefully marrying her isn’t a bargaining chip to prevent her from leaving him. Still, I am trying to be supportive of my sister’s decision. That’s why I went to her wedding but I wasn’t supportive of her decision to marry that man. We all live in Toronto and the whole country has had legal recreational cannabis for more than two years now. Although my sister had expressed a desire to get married at the Casa Loma castle for years now, we only found out at the last hour that she intended it to be a weed-infused party. I’m a respected cannabis user, although I don’t know how our older families from rural areas in Ontario are going to feel about blunts and pre-rolled joints being handed out along with cocktails. They purchased the weed from a variety of cannabis dispensaries around Toronto and Scarborough. I heard they were going to offer marijuana drinks as well. Although I was happy to visit the 18th century castle Casa Loma for the first time as a birthday guest, not even the added factor of cannabis consumption can make me happy for their dreadful party.