Originally published on February 8, 2012.
We didn’t have an appointment when we showed up
at the Round Barn Farm in Waitsfield. Daniel and
I had just gotten engaged, and my parents were in
town, so, on a whim, we decided to look at potential
wedding venues.
After checking in with some staff members, we let
ourselves into the barn to find another couple in the
midst of a tour. I backed off, but my mother — who,
to her credit, never takes no for an answer — walked
right up to the tour guide and interrupted. Would
the place be available a year from June? How much
would it cost? Could we do the ceremony downstairs?
I watched the other bride bristle and wanted to
disappear.
The day ended with my fiancé and mother in an all-out brawl, my mother and I in tears, and Daniel driving the four
of us — out of spite, he now admits — down a steep and
snowy Warren driveway we would be unable to get back up.
It took us nearly an hour to push the car up that hill.
The wedding, still several months off, is finally coming
together. And it’s going to be great. There’s one problem:
My mom and I haven’t had a non-wedding-related
conversation in more than a year, and it’s driving both of us slightly bonkers.
This article appears in The Love & Marriage Issue 2016.
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