The wife and the mistress

influence

I carefully sat up on my bed and then grabbed my phone to see if what I saw was correct.

I mean, I could just be seeing things prior to this hangover.

This can't be happening, someone whose basically like my sister is doing this to me.

OK, maybe I am overreacting.

I mean, it seems like she grabbed coffee with a few friends, which I'm pretty sure she met through Conan's sister.

We haven't even texted each other for weeks.

So there's literally no need to overreact over four pictures she shared with her followers on instagram.

But I mean, I should've at least been involved in some way.

She's my fricken best friend and I didn't get to enjoy all the nice things that go with planning a wedding.

We made promises to make each other the 'maid of honor' at our wedding celebrations.

And I kept my promise, even though my wedding wasn't what I wanted it to be, I still made sure that she was my maid of honor.

First, she demoted me from being her maid of honor to a braidsmaid.

Secondly, I realize now that she hasn't even updated me about the wedding details in weeks.

Thirdly, when I call or text her, she isn't available anymore.

Last but not least, she didn't even tell me she was going for the bridemaid's dress fitting.

I mean, I thought I was part of the bridesmaid squad, but it seems that I'm not.

Will I just be a guest at her wedding?

Maybe I'm overthinking this.

But the caption of the post clearly states 'brunch with my girls after dress fitting is so relaxing'

Stating that she either forgot to ask me if I could come, or she just purposely brushed the thought of inviting me aside.

I honestly need to call her and see what's up with her.

She's my best friend and I love her but this is really hurting me.

I feel like she even forgot about me.
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"Mommy, how about that pweady sparkly unicorn dress!?" Amber jumped up and down, pointing at a white and pink tutu dress, with a unicorn horn headband and sliver sparkles on the pink tutu.

"Amber, that's not gonna work. You're just going to a party, not a dress up playdate, " Jessica said sternly. Then Amber frowned and stormed angrily and went to the kids' formal dresses aisle .

Jessica rolled her eyes at her stubborn daughter.

I let out a laugh as I followed suit behind Jessica to the formal dressing aisle.

Amber looked around as we approached  her, then started ugly crying.

As in, literally screaming but also crying at the same time.

"Amber. Enough." Jessica said in a hushed voice.

Amber screamed even more upon hearing Jessica's voice.

An old lady passing by with a teenager stopped to watch the drama unfold.

Amber fell to the floor and started kicking the air and throwing tantrums.

Jessica tried getting her up, and Amber, as you have guessed, started screaming even more.

I'm so not ready to be a mom anytime soon.