So my trip home with P went as well as can be expected. When we landed at the airport, my father called to let me know that he had left a rental car for us in the parking lot and that the key was under the driver's seat mat.
This, I think, says all that needs to be said about my home town. When we found the car in question, sure enough, there was the key, hiding underneath the mat.
A half hour later we were unpacked in my dad's guest house and sitting down to warmed up lasagna. P handled himself very well, but that is why I arranged it so that we had our first night with just my father. Out of everyone in my family, he's the easiest to handle.
The next morning I awoke to a voicemail from my sister urging me to please, please hurry out to the wedding site because "your mother is throwing a tantrum and if you don't get here soon I am going to pack up my family and leave."
Whenever one of us is frustrated with our mother we call her your mother, as in your mother's so crazy!
Tantrum throwing mother aside, the wedding went off without a hitch. My two younger brother's even managed to sort of behave themselves, all things considered, that being that they hate my mother's new husband. I hadn't met him til that day, but I really can't say I blame them.
Tantrum throwing mother decided that since it was her wedding day and she was in the mood to throw a tantrum, she would ignore all her children, even though most of us had flown in specifically to attend her wedding. She was also very rude to P, but I had warned him advance, so it was ok.
Mother antics aside, everything else went really well. P and I had the chance to really bond on this trip and my father and siblings all really liked him. My father invited him back for Thanksgiving and as long as I can have some time off from work, we're going to go.
When we got home P asked me to go home with him for Christmas.