The idea of having such a fuss made over you made you a little uncomfortable.
But...it made Broly happy. That was the part you couldn't understand.
It wasn't like you couldn't afford it, you were a pretty shrewd woman when it came to finances--thanks to your parents being so horrible at it and essentially showing you every way not to handle money. There weren't many people to invite, and the guest list seemed to be made up mostly of Broly's, well, coworkers. And...
You sighed at the thought, but you had to consider them.
You took a deep breath as you knocked on the door, wondering if what you'd heard was true. (F/n) had explained over a few more lunches that your father had shaped up, although only marginally to "functioning alcoholic" status due to some liver problem, and your mother was just as much the enabler as she ever was. The boat was afloat, but for how long nobody knew.
"Door's open!" you heard your father's voice call, which set your heart racing. But you took a deep breath and were about to come in when your mother answered the door.
She looked...well, like she'd aged ten years, to be quite honest. It had only been a few, and she looked like that?
"Oh, (y/n)..." she smiled, "It's...it's nice to see you again. Come on in."
"I don't...I mean, if it's not a good time, I just wanted to drop this off..." You tried to avoid it, but there was something about the look in your mother's eyes that persuaded you to step inside.
"What is it?" she asked, and when you handed the invitation over for inspection, she looked over it with a smile. "Married? My little girl? That's...that's wonderful."
"What's going on?"
Your father wandered in from the other room, leaning rather heavily on a cane. Absently you wondered what that was about, but you made no point of asking questions.
"(Y/n)'s getting married, dear," your mother said.
"'Bout damn time the worthless brat did something useful," he slurred.
"(Father's name)! She's right here!" Your mother protested.
He looked at you and seemed rather shocked at your being there. "Oh, (y/n)...there you are."
You shook your head. "I was just leaving an invitation to the wedding. I don't...I don't want to inconvenience you two or anything, I know how...busy you both are."
"Is he nice? I mean, I've seen you around town a few times with a big guy, I'm guessing that's him?"
"Yeah," you said as you followed (mother's name) into the kitchen, "That's him. His name's Broly."
"What an odd name...but I guess if he makes you happy, then it doesn't matter what his name is." she smiled briefly. "Doesn't drink, does he?"
"Not a drop. He's...he says it makes him angry, so he doesn't do it." You shrugged. "He's always worried about hurting me, even by accident. Like I'm some delicate little flower."
"Well...well, that's good, then, that he treats you so well," (m/n) replied. "Just...keep doing good, okay?"
You gave her a hug and left, feeling more than a little uneasy about it all but resigning yourself to nothing having changed. (F/n) still drank too much and (m/n) still contented herself with avoiding him rather than actually dealing with the problem of getting away from him. And you were out, taking care of yourself the best way you could.
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You went shopping for a few things for the wedding after that, and got home somewhat later than usual--Broly, it seemed, had come home early, and looked almost panicked when you walked in.
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