I have typed this response:

You're right, that *is* why God invented credit cards. I guess you can whip yours out for those who can't afford dinner.

I want to go off on her so incredibly bad, I can taste it. But every time someone send her an email, she calls Bride and tells her.

At this point, Aimee, I'd mail the bride's gift directly to her, along with a note saying that MoH's assholitude is the reason I wouldn't be attending this farce of a shower.

every time someone send her an email, she calls Bride and tells her.

So cut out the middle-man. Call Bride yourself. She knows what kind of financial position you're in. If she chooses to be cruel and heartless, do the minimum required as a BM and move on to friends who love who you are, not your credit.

I've sent this email:

I would hate for there to be fewer people to celebrate with Bethany simply because they could not afford what has been chosen. And knowing Bethany as I do, if someone says, "I'm not going to dinner, I can't afford it. I'll just hang in the room or go home." She's going to want to pay for that person. And she won't take no for an answer. And I don't think that's a position that she should be in at her shower.

At this point, Aimee, I'd mail the bride's gift directly to her, along with a note saying that MoH's assholitude is the reason I wouldn't be attending this farce of a shower.

I'm driving half the people to the actual thing.

I hate this whole thing.

I'm driving half the people to the actual thing.

You don't have to. They have cars.

I hate this whole thing.

This. Right. Here. It ceased being fun for you a looooong time ago. I'm sure that as bad as it is in the planning stages, it will be worse when you get there. Honey, if I were you, I'd back out now.

And I agree with Cash. You don't need this stress right now, Aimee.

Aimee, if you really feel like you need to attend, I think the best thing you can do is make sure you've made your feelings known to MoH. Your email was perfect.

Oh, Aimee, good grief. This is getting ridiculous. Actually, it's past ridiculous. You're a saint to continue dealing with it.

I have managed to clean my room this morning. And the office area is basically done. I feel very proud of myself about this. Both have been an uncontrolable mess for far too long now. They look all nice. I just need to finish dusting and sweeping the office area, and I can call it a day. Wheee!

I'm going, I'm driving people there and then I'm coming home. I'm not going to dinner and I'm not staying the night. I've already begun hating this woman (that I've never met) and quite frankly, I don't feel like being crammed into a crowded hotel room that I have to be sneaky about and I don't feel like forgoing my daughter for the night in favor of this giant cunt douchebag bitch from fucking hell.

I had a dream the other night that I went off on Bride about all of this.

(We left the invites open so people can each manage their own experience.)And if all else fails,this is why God invented credit cards. :)

This is what really caused my jaw to hit the floor.

Aimee, many sympathies. You should not have to be in this position. Which means MoH should not have put you there.