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.

This is why I don't want a shower. The only thing I want is for my BMs to have fun and celebrate "The Wedding That Destroyed the Universe" (tm) with me. They're already spending plenty of money, and I want to give back to them, at least a little bit.

I have begun calling this wedding "The 5 Star Wedding of Snoot".

And gods I hope I wasn't this much of a bitca when I got married. I was happy to have any shower and even made food for the one Bride gave me! And I don't resent it, I wanted to. But shit.

And what even galls me even more, is that 3 of us invited to the thing are tenants and each of us have had, in recent history, trouble making rent. And to Bride, she just doesn't get it, I don't think. Hell, I owe her $400 from when we fucked up with the Windstar and I just think she has no freaking clue that sometimes, people can't afford to eat out.