Memoirs of a Fat Girl

Raj's marriage is over. I know this because he called me and said, "Bunny, my marriage is over."

Being totally gay and totally fabulous, he is also totally exaggerating. It's not that the *relationship* has ended it's that the *wedding* has, which in Gay & Fabulous land mean the same thing. Take the glitter off the fairy princess, and she sort of dies inside.

Raj really really really wants to have a wedding. He wants to get pimped out, dance to his jazz band, and proclaim his love amidst candles and a hell of ranunculus. Raj also really really really wants the quintessential house with the white picket fence but alas, both cost money. It took him awhile to accept the "one at a time" part, but I think he's finally got it. His domestic and decorative needs outweigh his romantic needs, so house this year, wedding next year.

Raj knows it's all for the best, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. And so with a dramatic sigh, the Martha Stewart Keepsake Wedding Planner has lovingly been wrapped in acid-free tissue and a breath of grosgrain. It's in a box underneath the bed now, but I think he takes it out sometimes to caress the pages.

James, Raj's significant other and groom-to-be-not, just smiles. He takes it all in stride and will be there for the wedding and the house, in whatever order they decide to come. He's great that way. But for Raj this is serious stuff, and his womanhood is feeling the blow.

James and I have brought Raj chocolate to soothe his shattered soul. And in turn, Raj has invited us for a two-week trip to Jordan.