Uninvited. After all the hours I had poured into preparing food for her celebration, she didn’t want me there. She still wanted my effort, my cooking, my contribution—but not my presence.
It felt like being told: “Your work is welcome. You are not.”
Choosing My Response
But then I paused.
Instead of arguing, I wrote back calmly:
“Thank you for the invite. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to deliver the food either, as my plans have changed.”
And that was it.
I didn’t accuse. I didn’t beg. I simply drew a line.
The Aftermath
The next day, I heard from mutual friends that the shower hadn’t gone smoothly. They ran out of food. Guests were left unsatisfied, and the event wasn’t the glowing success she had hoped for.
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