Bachelorette Party

Bitch-in-law's bachelorette party is this Saturday. Her sister is her maid of honor, which is totally cool, and my brother's best friend, Jason, is best man, also cool. But tell me why the bachelorette party is at my house and why my husband is the one planning the bachelor party? Let me refresh your memory - BIL slept with my husband for over a year. Yeah. Crazy. My dumbass brother is still marrying the whore, so I am forced to stomach her existence. Now, nobody, outside of my parents, knows about the whole thing, so we all put on this show for everyone all the time and planning these little parties for them is definitely forcing us to play some new roles. You see, her sister called me up to discuss this bachelorette party business, and considering I am the only person in the wedding with a house (not to mention a hot tub on our patio and a wet bar in the basement), we decided it would be safer to stay at my house and pretty fun, as opposed to going bar-hopping or anything like that. Fine. BIL's party is at my house so I don't have to go bar-hopping with the whore and her friends. Now, we are going out to dinner first and then coming back to my house for games and a big slumber party. Ok. Pretty painless, and I really can use the night out away from stupid husband and the baby.

It gets better. BIL, who slept with my husband for over a year, is also getting a gift from me for this stupid party. I bought the whore some lingerie (clearance rack at Target) - because everyone else is too, and I would look like a big bitch if I was the only one who didn't give her a gift. Ok. Lingerie. I get to sit and watch the whore open lingerie - lingerie invokes thoughts of sexual activity, which thus invokes thoughts of the affair. Great. Night out turns into night to think about the fact that my husband cheated on me with my brother's fiancee. Lovely. Oh wait, it's not really a night out - it's a night at my house to sit around and think about the affair, while pretending to be a happy hostess to a party for the BIL that slept with my husband.

Oh, and I had to buy the prizes for the games and pick some games to play. Wait? I am NOT the maid of honor. OH, but the maid of honor is going to buy some snacks and beer. How gracious of her.

BIL is also hosting a "bridesmaid luncheon" Saturday morning. We are going to a "paint your own pottery place." I've been there several times and did this exact same thing for my bridesmaids, but this is going to cost me $$ as well, and it is more time spent with BIL.

So - here goes my Saturday. All day with the BIL thinking about her sleeping with my husband. Nice. My life is one twisted fucked up soap opera episode, I swear!