Mom. And oh so lucky for me, on this particular Tuesday night, Mom’s fangs were out and dripping with venom. “So everyone on the planet has been invited to this catastrophe of the millennium,” was her greeting as I sat down at the table. Have I ever mentioned that Mom tends to exaggerate?“Mom, I don’t think everyone on the planet has been invited. I mean, come on.”She picked up what I gauged to be her third martini. “That’s right, dear. I wasn’t invited.”Thank God, I thought. Dad had no idea the bullet he dodged when he thankfully took my advice. “Mom, do you really think you should be invited to your ex-husband’s wedding?”“Yes I do, Shoshanna. I had to work my fingers to the bone while he went to school and got his law degree and then grunt jobs at the law firms. I went to all the law functions and helped him get ahead and move up the ladder. I was on my knees doing the best I could for him. And how do I get repaid? He sleeps around with that tramp and now I’m left with nothing.
