I sat with the message for a while, emotions swirling. Anger, hurt, disbelief. My first instinct was to lash out, to demand how she could treat me this way.
But then I paused.
“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.
I won’t lie—part of me felt vindicated. But more than that, I felt relief. Because deep down, I knew this was not just about food or a party.
It was about respect.
The Lesson I Learned
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