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Dear Medium Readers: I Am Paying for a Party I Do ‘Knot’ Even Care About!
The Price of Pretending to Care
I’m at my wit’s end.
Just when I thought the endless cycle of unwelcome social obligations couldn’t get any worse, another hen’s party invitation lands in my lap.
And guess what? It’s for someone I barely know.
I mean, seriously, who in their right mind thinks it’s okay to drag me into celebrating a person I’ve exchanged maybe two words with?
It’s like a bad joke that’s gone way too far.
Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not here to be someone’s pity invite or their extra plus-one.
The sheer audacity of expecting me to not only attend but also fork over my hard-earned cash for this event is mind-boggling.
What part of “I don’t know you” screams, “Please, let me pay for your party”? It’s not just absurd; it’s an outright insult.
The financial burden alone is a slap in the face.
I’m expected to drop a chunk of my salary on a gift, cover my travel, and now, somehow contribute to the bride’s party expenses?
