Not Invited
A week ago, my mom and I found out my uncle and everybody else got their invitations to my cousin's wedding. Ten days later, still no invite. Today, mom asked and found out that at my cousin's first wedding (he got divorced later) my dad and I didn't dress right (she wasn't there). Well, since my dad is dead it's a moot point. And I wore the nicest thing I had at the time. It's not my fault it was a pair of blue slacks I got at Kmart. The blue silk pants I wanted to wear wouldn't fit my fat ass, and I couldn't afford to go buy anything nicer.
I was so pissed off I burst into tears and told mom that they didn't want us there and I wasn't going. I can't believe we'd be treated like such shit over something that happened six years ago, or that our family would think a couple of fat ladies would embarrass them.