I'm putting this here because there is somewhat of an infidelity tinge to this. Mods, feel free to move if you deem necessary.
WS and I do not speak at his request. In 2016 we ended our fifth complaint for contempt with a settlement and he told me he never wanted to speak with me ever again. Fine. WS is remarried (not to any of the OW he auditioned, however--at least as far as I know).
So obviously there is wedding stuff, but I stay away from him. I did have a superficial and relatively pleasant conversation with the woman he married at the most recent bridal shower. She's a bit on the tacky side (doesn't know how to dress for occasions and has a ginormous tattoo), but I don't have an issue with her.
My daughter invited this woman's children to her wedding. OK, fine. No problem there. Appropriate.
ON THE DAY OF THE WEDDING, the woman's child TEXTED my child telling her she couldn't come because her child had broken his collarbone. She insinuated that it was a recent event (as in just happened).
It had happened two weeks prior to the wedding.
My daughter was upset. Not because she has a relationship with this woman, but because her father requires her to be kind and respectful to his wife's children and his wife doesn't require the same from her children. In fact, she said (I was there) "My Mom and Dad raised me to be respectful and to have standards. Why doesn't she require the same from her kids?"
The wench hurt my baby on what should be one of the most happy and exciting days of her life. That conversation should have happened a MINIMUM of 10 days ago, and it should have been a phone call and not a text. The bridesmaids and my oldest daughter were all up in arms (one bridesmaid asked if I would look the other way while she pushed my ex's wife down the stairs--naturally the answer is yes). You see, this wench has a wedding reception coming up (about 2 years too late, if you get my drift) and my daughters are expected to attend.
I guess I'm just venting. No one with a modicum of manners would pull that stunt on the day of someone's wedding.
I will say this--I stole a march on the ex's wife the day before the wedding. The invite for the rehearsal dinner said "cocktail attire." OK, I bought a very flattering Maggie London dress in my favorite red and paired it with nice stockings, black shoes and a matching black satin evening bag. Oh, and pearls: earrings, bracelet and necklace. The dress was very flattering where it needed to be and very forgiving where it needed to be. I call for the elevator and step on . . . with my ex and his wife coming down from an upper floor. She's dressed head-to-toe in Target (not that there is anything wrong with Target, but it's definitely not cocktail attire), tattoo front and center and looks more like she's ready for a backyard barbecue than a nice reception and dinner in honor of her stepdaughter.
We exchange pleasantries and walk out to the front. As we walk through the lobby, several people stopped and complimented me on my dress. People on the apron in front of the hotel said something nice about the dress. I respond with my classiest comeback: "What a nice thing to say--thank you!"
Game. Set. Match. No one outclasses Catwoman. I'm proud I didn't say a word during the next day's drama, but it definitely showed me that there are serious chinks in the armor. My girls are hurt, their friends are hurt for them, and they won't soon forget this. Nor should they.
Cat