A Painfully FANTASTIC weekend

This past weekend my brother, Cameron, was married. The night before a bunch of the groom'smen came over to the house with a few large bottles of vodka and we all celebrated the begginning of Cameron's new life and the end of the other. By the end of the night I ended up having four huge holes in my wall... by huge I mean larger than basketballs, a sore neck and two black eyes.
My brother has been having a difficult time adjusting to my new lifestyle, which is understandable, but because of his uneasyness my boyfriend Juan was not invited to the wedding. Knowing that I had to be respectful I didn't say anything and didn't make a big stink about it, it wasn't my wedding after all.
Sometimes... alcohol... makes me vent my inner-frustrations. Obviously Juan's not being invited to the wedding bothered me more than I thought. From about one in the morning until four or five the entire house had become a wrestling arena. The main event was my brother and I. Mostly him holding me down and telling me to calm down...
Fast-forward to the next morning-----> I woke up with a sore face and noticed my white sheets had become something like a blood splattered work of modern art and there was also a dancing chart that King Kong had apparently been using as a guide for the Vienna Waltz on my bedroom walls.
I immediately went upstairs and walked into my Mom's room where I found her and my oldest sister talking. They kind of jokingly said good morning... hinting towards the fact that I had been doing the most and keeping everyone awake the night before. Tears poured down my face as I walked towards the bed. They comforted me and said everything would be okay. I asked where Cameron was and he was still in his bed. I walked into his room and he was on the phone, probably talking to Audrey, I laid next to him and said sorry. He apologized also and reminded me that we had all said stupid things and everything would be fine.
After that the wedding went off as planned, although most of us were hung-over and I was bruised, we had one of the greatest nights of our lives. Everyone had fun! We danced the night away and celebrated the union of two people who became one. I love my family and how we get through trails, together. Although some things might seem so serious the thought of ruining one of the closest and most important relationships in your life might cross your mind... the power of family and love mends the darkest black eyes and restores the most broken of hearts and you are reminded that love conquers all and with true LOVE...

Families can get through anything...