So it finally happened. Instead of making pancakes, I spent half an hour in the bog sniffling like a traumatised teenager last night- it was borderline stamp up the stairs, throw myself on the bed, "I hate you!!!" stuff.
Long and short is that, despite having told me ages ago that she didn't want to come on my hen weekend (quote: "It would be a bit weird, so no"), my brother's fiance has now decided that she does want to come.
BUT instead of just telling me, she's been whining at my brother about why she hasn't been invited (?) who then moaned to my mum (who is organising it) that I was being mean for not inviting her, who then called me last night to express her 'disapproval' at my decision not to invite her and lecturing me about how she will be family soon, I should really think about having her along...the fact is, I haven't invited ANYONE yet- I'm still looking at numbers / costs, etc.
And, on top of all of this...SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T WANT TO COME. ?
I held it together until I was off the phone from my mum...all I said was "I'm going to KILL my brother"...and OH *snapped* at me..."I don't want to hear it!!". He NEVER snaps. He knows better.
Cue epic snotty tantrum ? "Right that's it, I'm just going to cancel this f*ing wedding, it's too much f**ing work, money and effort and no-one else gives a flying f**k apart from me..I'm just trying to keep every other f**ker happy...what's the f**ing point?...I don't know why I f**ing bother trying to do ANYTHING nice....and you obviously don't even CARE!!!" *stomp, stomp, stomp*
I don't know what was wrong with me! It was (retrospectively) hilarious. I ended up cooking 'angry' pancakes which were pasty and hideous, and then threw one at the cat and went to bed.
