I come from a non-traditional family. It started out simple enough. A mom, a dad, an older brother and an older sister. I’m the baby. As Lilo from Lilo and Stitch would say though, we got kind of broken along the way. My parents divorced when I was six and my brother died when I was eight. My dad has since been remarried and my mom has been with the same woman for the past seven years. So now I have a mom, a dad, two step moms and all together, three step brothers. I come from a non-traditional family.
What I liked most about the Wedding Banquet was how normal they made the ‘not normal’. They didn’t have this stereotypical gay couple where one was the man and one was the woman. Or even more annoying, where they were both ridiculously flamboyant and feminine. They were just two average guys, one wasn’t ‘the man’ in the relationship and if there was then I couldn’t easily tell who. They behaved like a normal couple. They fought together, the slept together, they kissed, they cooked. That’s what its like when I’m at my mom’s house with her girlfriend and my step brother. They fight like any other couple. My step brother can annoy me like a full brother would. We’re technically non-traditional but if you hung out with us for a day, you’d see just how traditional we are. I was excited at the end o the movie, when all three of them decided to raise the child. I wouldn’t trade my childhood for the world. I have stories and experiences that I wouldn’t have if I grew up ‘normally’. I have perspectives and I think I’m a pretty open person because of the way I was raised.
As I’ve mentioned in a different post and briefly in this one, my brother died when I was eight. He was twelve. In The Motel Sam’s character talks about how he would wish to die at twelve when he was eight years old. I felt my throat close up when he said that, it was such a coincidence. He was saying that nothing good happens after you’re twelve, that it’s all downhill from there. I’ve always felt the complete opposite. I often thing about all the things that my brother didn’t get the chance to do. He never graduated from middle, never went to high school, never got his driver’s license. He never got to graduate from high school and then go to college. Or not go to college, he never had that choice. He never got to fall in love and move out and explore the world on his own. There is so much that he didn’t get to do. It was strange to me that anyone would see life being pointless after twelve. All the best and the worst things happen then.