I'ma Need Prayer

No seriously.

In the last episode, I said my Moms said she was feeling left out right? Right. So now she's doing my bridal shower. No problem.

She is working her absolute hardest to make me insane. She has reminded me exactly why I moved away from home at 17 and never looked back. She sends me a list of 12 folks she wants to invite to my bridal shower. Cool. I stupidly mention that I don't know some of them. What in hell did I do that for? She leaves me a voicemail on my cell a few minutes ago saying that she has done some "soul searching" and she's gonna take a bunch of folks off the list.

What?

For real? I'm gonna need her to not.....be her. I call her back and say truthfully I don't have any issues with the list and they are all fine. If they are coming to the wedding (where I still won't know who the hell they are) they should be at the shower too. She's all ok in her I'm trying to make you feel guilty voice.

Mind you, she added all these folks after I forgot a few people. Instead of just calling me to tell me she thinks these folks should be added, she bends the hell out of my sister's ear about it and I get the specifics from my sister via text message. Finally, I just tell my sister to tell her that it's clear I forgot folks and if she has questions just call.

Wouldn't you know it, she calls shortly after I hit send. Ya'll I'm getting a full concentrated dose of my Mom's Drama Queenism and I don't know how much I'm gonna be able to take.

Hence, my earlier request. Pray for me ya'll.

Later.............................