There are few things more exhausting and triggering, for me, than sitting through a sermon on how love means putting up with your partner, no matter what. And how important parents' feelings about their kids getting married are. And then following it up by everyone being quiet and respectful while two old white men pray on behalf of us all, and thank the Christian God for the opportunity to serve him, and ask him to cast Magic Circle against Evil on the married couple.
It is deeply, deeply offensive to me to be asked to participate in and endorse heteronormative religious supremacism, and see my friends and new family members basically denounce polyamory. Or act like the only relationships worth celebrating are exclusive ones.
I feel invisible and like a non-person. I had an anxiety attack and had to bail out. I will never go to any function where anyone offers a Christian prayer on behalf of me, ever again. And I will never again silently endorse the kind of terrible relationship advice that abuse culture has to offer. Especially when it's being offered to someone I care about.
I am tired.
At least it wasn't my wedding.
* I mean straight as in "heteronormative," and not as in the genders of the participants.