I had written quite a substantial amount describing the events of the last 24 hours, and have pressed the back button on the browser prior to saving, which has resulted in losing the lot. Not happy, Jan.
In summary, there has been a huge rupture between myself and my mum. The basic upshot is that Mum wants us to delay so that she could give us a more traditional, though still informal, wedding. Jon doesn't want to delay because he's concerned about his visa, which is due to expire in October. When I communicated his concerns to Mum, she hit the roof and, so I have since found out, has denied me entry to her house. You can imagine how that made me feel.
I spent the day trying to wear away the hours in chores, trying to forget the pain in my head, and the nauseousness in my stomach, when Dad called this afternoon to ask me how I was. I tried to cover it up, but it was too hard. Both of us ended up in floods of tears on the phone until Dad asked me if I wanted him to come over, at which point I immediately brightened up as he's never shown any interest in visiting our home before.
As soon as he arrived, he wanted to use the toilet. I don't know, men ... they're like dogs who have to piss on every fire hydrant that they pass.
The first thing he said when he emerged was that he just wanted me to know that, regardless, he was on my side. That meant a lot, especially coming from a man who I thought never particularly cared for me. We discussed the ins and outs of the situation and have arrived at another plan, which we're going to put to all the parties involved to see if we can achieve a compromise. I must say, I don't know if that's possible. Once Mum gets a bee in her bonnet, it can be awfully difficult to dislodge it.
Even though he won't get to read this, I just want to thank my Dad ... he braved Mum's wrath in order to come over and see me when I needed him the most. That means so much to me.
Right, best go and make myself something to eat after two days of self-imposed starvation!