Not mother of the bride.
I’m writing this at my work desk because I’m kind of hurt. I work within a group of women in their late 40’s to late 50’s and I’m 33. I’m fighting a weird hurt feelings vibe right now because 1) I’m the same generation as their daughters and I’m literally vying for their attention because I feel so left out around here and 2) I am being kept out. Earlier, I overheard this woman whisper some remark about me interrupting their conversation. They were talking so publicly and loudly that I didn’t really think it was a private conversation and I just wanted to join in and be a part of the group. Instead of feeling welcomed in, I felt like ashamed and not unlike a child being excluded from the adult table.
I am teetering between feeling stupid for caring what these middle-aged women think about me and sending her a really mean anonymous postcard telling her she’s a mean old dried up bitch.