Alright you fishcunt. I tried to deal with you. I put in my nice little help me thread in MPSMIS looking for suggestions about how to deal with you trying to mess with my wedding. I give up.
(see linked thread for background.)
So, last night we’re all out with friends who are in town visiting. Naturally, the wedding is brought up in conversation. After everyone had to spend time ignoring you pointing out, over and over again, how Joe doesn’t want to marry you after 7 years of dating, right in the middle of people saying how happy they are for us, etc, you BUTT IN and say:
“I bet your first husband is happy for you as well.”
I’m widowed. I was widowed NINE YEARS AGO, one month after my wedding. What, did you think I forgot that? Don’t you think I won’t ever really recover? Why thank you, sooooo very much for bringing that up in the middle of something happy. Screw you, I am only 29 years old, I have a whole life to live, I found love again, I am HAPPY, and now you’re NEVER EVER EVER welcome in my home. I don’t care if I’m marrying your boyfriend’s brother. He and I never want to see your face again. You will not be at my wedding, you will not be invited for holidays, you will not even call my house, ever. Get the fuck out of my life, forever.
We fell asleep crying last night because of you and how you’re tearing big gaping holes in his family. He can’t spend time with his brother because you won’t give them any time alone and he can’t stand to be around you. I have no idea why Joe stays with you, but so help me god, I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that he knows that you are not considered by me to be an extension of him, and not welcome, or even invited, to ANYTHING.
I hate you. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone as much as I hate you, not even the drunk driver who killed my husband. My life went on without him, and still does, and I can’t see how it going on without YOU is going to cause me any loss of sleep.
The only consolation I’ve had about you in a long time was how you were asked, and not even remotely politely, to go home last night. By everyone. If this isn’t enough of a clue that you’re problematic and need HELP, then, well, please go balcony diving off the largest structure you can find. You’ll be doing everyone a favor.
fuck you again, just for good measure.