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Beth1125's picture

My youngest stepson is graduating this spring. Him and I have been planning his party at our house for a month now. My husband was invited to go to his top 10 seniors dinner but I was not. I was told there is limited seating. My friend asked me why I didn’t go to the dinner. Long story short I was lied to. Now I’m just beside myself. I’m hurt deeply and don’t want to plan or participate anymore. I have ordered the invitations and have all the addresses. I’m thinking that’s all I’m going to do. I’m tired of doing most if not all the work. 

ESMOD's picture

So... do you know for a fact that seating was not limited?  Perhaps each senior could only have a certain number and maybe BM said she was using up some of the spots for grandparents etc.. Have you point blank asked your DH about it?  I would tell him someone told you seats were not limited and it hurt your feelings that you were excluded and you want to know why.

There may be a very legit reason.  This is another one of those situations where jumping to conclusions and getting upset.. may all be for nothing.  Simple communication could resolve the whole thing.. please talk to your husband in a non-confrontational way about what you heard and see if he can give you an explanation.  If your relationship with the SS and DH is good then it would seem to be pretty hasty to jump to the conclusion that he or they conspired to exclude you... if they care about you.. why would the do something hurtful?

Beth1125's picture

I didn’t talk to my husband until we had dinner. I have to process a while so I don’t say the wrong things. I knew in my gut that is what happened. So at dinner my husband brought up that I’ve been acting depressed. I said why do you think that is? He said well I’m sure it’s because of the senior dinner. I told him I don’t like to be lied to. He said his son told him it was limited seating for just him, his son, mother and teacher. He said there was an empty seat. I told him that there are to many blended families for limited seating and he should’ve asked more questions. I told him I feel like I’m doing all this work for a wedding then don’t get to go to the rehearsal dinner. This has happened 4 times and I keep being the bigger person. But when do you stop and say enough is enough. I know he’s a young adult and is caught in the middle but I also have to stop this behavior. I get mad at my husband and blame him. He gets left out of a lot of things too. He really is a pretty good guy. I just wish he would not let this keep happening. I wish the ex would grow up move on at least be a little thankful that I treat the boys good. Is that wrong of me?

Maxwell09's picture

Hand off the invitations and addresses to your skid. If you aren't good enough for a celebetory event for skid, then you don't have to put in work (or money) for the rest of it. 

Beth1125's picture

I’m at war with myself right now. I’ve done what I consider the hard part for the invitations. I got 3 different ones with 9 different pictures on them. I have a list of the addresses. But I’m thinking I’m going to make my husband do it. I was going to make everything homemade. The cakes, sides, meatballs and wings. But right now I’m thinking my husband can order a cake or just go to the grocery store and pick up a cake. Get frozen meatballs and throw some bbq sauce on them and be done. 

Beth1125's picture

I’m at war with myself right now. I’ve done what I consider the hard part for the invitations. I got 3 different ones with 9 different pictures on them. I have a list of the addresses. But I’m thinking I’m going to make my husband do it. I was going to make everything homemade. The cakes, sides, meatballs and wings. But right now I’m thinking my husband can order a cake or just go to the grocery store and pick up a cake. Get frozen meatballs and throw some bbq sauce on them and be done. 

Blue Moon's picture

Forgive me, but graduations are so boring! I'm actually not planning on going, and hoping there is limited seating to «prevent» me from going.