Letter of Frustration

Dear ,

Maybe this is partly our fault…seeing as how we try to be polite and include everyone, and don’t like anyone to feel left out. We have a son, just as you have your own children, and I am a stay-at-home mom…just like you are. We live off of one salary, too. So when we invite you over to have dinner with us, be courteous enough to bring something. Even if I do not ask you.

Don’t complain and vent about money and how pitiful and broke you are and then turn around and go out to eat 2 or 3 times a week with a group of your friends. Especially not after I have cooked for you several [and by several I mean 5 or 6] times and you’ve only invited us over once. We were trying to be polite and be friendly, but I don’t appreciate feeling like I am being used. And that’s the way it’s coming off.

Signed,
Your Aggravated Hostess

I’m not a rude person. Not at all. I like for people to feel included. I know how hard it is to go to a new place and feel left out and not have any friends. I know how hard it is to be in a new church, and not know anyone. To be at a new school, and not have anywhere to belong. So, when I see people that I don’t know, I like to make them feel welcome. {What can I say? I’m a southern girl and hospitality is in my blood.} But I get really ill when I feel used. Said people have complained and complained and complained about how broke they are, so me being the overly nice person that I am, almost felt bad for them. I know how crappy the economy is and how hard it is on one paycheck. So, even though we are not living in a mansion and have to budget our money, I tried to be nice and play hostess to said people.

When I go somewhere, I always bring something. It’s just courtesy. Even if they say they don’t need anything. I don’t go to people’s house and expect them to feed me and then me leave. [Is that just something we do in the South?] And when we are done eating, I atleast offer to help clean up. And don’t vent to me and cry about how broke you are and then spend Lord knows how much money going out to eat with a bunch of your friends, and going to this and going to that. It’s your money and you can spend it the way that you want., but….if you are so broke, FEED YOURSELF and STOP expecting me to cook for you for FREE!

Am I over-reacting? I don’t really think I am. I’m pretty sure that I won’t let that happen to me again. I don’t mind playing hostess, but seriously. This situation was one sided and ridiculous. Oh well…moving on.