Gracey’s Christening

Of course I couldn’t not tell you about it could I?

Booked for the 20th at 11.30am, bang in the middle of our holiday and I had bought beautiful summer dresses for the girls to wear and a light summery thing for me too. I wanted to make sure we looked the part – as you do.

It was pouring down. In fact it had been pouring down for most of that week. The rain had not stopped all night and definitely showed no signs of slowing down soon so I went through the suitcases to see what on earth we could all wear. I had also left Paul’s shirts hanging in the wardrobe back at home having completely forgot about them when packing! 

Anyway, the girls were easy, trousers, t-shirts and cardigans with plimsoles but I was a totally different case. I hadn’t planned for torrential rain and only had white linen trousers to go up a cold mountain in and traipse through muddy wet roads. Luckily I had a white cardigan that would make some sort of outfit.

Nana Mari and Gracey bella

We parked outside the church and the other guests started to arrive, some I knew and was very pleased to see, others I didn’t know but was pleased to meet and there was no sign of Enrico.

We made our way over to the church, Paul watched the girls as they ran up and down the long church aisle laughing with glee and I sat and watched the mass. I had no role in it but was pleased that Tommy had been chosen to be a godfather and enjoyed watching him cherish this responsibility.

The mass ended, photos were taken and we said our goodbyes. All of the guests were invited back to Hotel Alpino for drinks and a sumptuous three course meal and Paul, I and the girls were eating in the restaurant opposite! The outcasts. Non desiderate.

Megan was very embarrassed about the situation as was Thomas and a few of the family members were upset but that was how it was going to be.

We ate in Ristorante dell Ugo, my friend Alessia’s family run business, and we had an excellent meal joined by my best friend Enrica. Tommy and Meggie came over to check on us and on one occasion Megan mentioned that her father had said he was sorry.

She said that when they had spoken earlier that week, Dad had burst into tears saying he couldn’t bear to see me, hence tugging at Megan’s heart-strings.

What he failed to mention and I have since gathered that extensive work is being carried out on the hotel. Plans that go back to when we were still a couple and having cried victim throughout the whole of our divorce procedure to get away with paying as little as possible he now was investing stupid amounts of money in this hotel AND he’d bought a new hotel earlier this year just up the road.

But do you know what?

I couldn’t care less about his money and his hotels. I am now free of him and his lies and can get on with my own life which I am really enjoying. I was never this happy with him but it pisses me off that he will twist the plot to always be the victim, the hard done by, the poor daddy.

So that was Gracey’s christening. 

Gracey if you read this one day, we were there, we made the effort but granddad’s stupidity and immense ego prevented us from joining in the party.

Funny how fate always has its own plan though…after going to such lengths to avoid seeing me we went into a bar later in the afternoon to get the girls a snack and he had to walk past us to get out. 


  1. Alessandra
    July 8, 2010 / 2:08 PM

    What a miserable miserable man you had the misfortune to be married to!
    I cannot understand how he could risk ruining one of his daughter’s and his son’s most important moments, a day that they ought to be able to look back on with joy and it is now tainted by the fact that he kept you away from part of the celebrations. As if you would not find out about the work is doing on the hotel anyway, in a small place like Folgaria and where you have friends who tell you things!
    What a bastard.

    • July 9, 2010 / 6:24 AM

      It’s because he’s so focused on himself all the time, he can’t stop to think about others around him.

  2. Carol
    July 8, 2010 / 7:14 PM

    Good on yer !! Sod the Mafia ! Shame about the rain. Was God crying?

    • July 9, 2010 / 6:25 AM

      You know maybe God was crying! – and my goodness was he upset. anyway, over and done with now. chapter closed.

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