So late last week, I decided that the time was right, and I asked my girlfried to marry me. I had asked her father earlier in the week for his blessing, which he gave. We had visited my mother (also Df'd) in Georgia prior to that, and mom and her hit it off. So I took her out for dinner at a nice restaurant, where we had our first date, then drove around for a bit, and then asked her to marry me in downtown, near a few lights, and bridges, it was very pretty. She cried a lot, and said yes, and then started calling everyone. Her family was really thrilled and so was my "NORMAL" family. I didn't even bother to tell the Dub family, because I know they just don't care, and I know that by their actions of never speaking to me.
I am seriously toying with the idea of not even sending invites to my Dub family. Its truly a shame that my dad won't speak, I do miss him and I wished he could see how happy my fiancee makes me. Oh well, its truly his loss at this point.