One down, one to go.

So my dad is now a married man.  The wedding itself was incredible.  It was also the first time I've really seen that side of my father, and it nearly moved me to tears.  It's definitely disturbing to think about...certain aspects of my dad's love life, but to see him so happy and so in love was amazing.  And in a few short weeks, I'll see my mom pretty much the same way.
I apologize to anyone I snapped at before the wedding.  Carrying around vanloads of flower arrangements, balloons and other random decorations, not to mention all the emotional baggage, did its number on my psyche.  And again...a few weeks and it'll be the same thing all over again.
Who else has to go through that? Seriously.  Who the hell else besides my brother and myself has experienced both parents getting married in the same summer?  These two huge, life-altering events, that I'm supposed to be equally emotionally invested in, that I'm supposed to recognize the importance of and remember forever, happening within weeks of each other. 
I'm not expecting anyone to understand what I'm going through.  In fact, if anyone even claimed to understand or identify, I'd bite their heads off.  I just hope they will understand on the occasions when I have a short fuse, or seem unusually silent, or anything like that.