I am so mortified from last night. I don't even know where to start with this story. My MOH really wanted to have a bachelorette party for me and I didn't want to do the whole bar scene so we decided a passion party would be fun.
I went straight from work to help make the food and I made a stop at the liquor store to purchase all the booze we would/may need. Everything was going great but as the night went on, my MOH had gotten so drunk every other word was the F-word, she was bashing my fiance (her brother in law) and telling me I had no idea how to please him sexually. She literally wanted me to give head to a banana...in front of my boss. Yes, my boss was there. She is amazing and did spend the most money as well as great with not being judgey, but I just was not ready for so many details about ME to be thrown in the open or questioned.
After all of that talk, my MOH then started yelling to everyone about my weight and how I want to lose two more pounds for my dress fitting, she tried to lift up my shirt to show everyone my stomach. She said she wanted to punch me in the face for being skinny and could not understand why I don't feel perfect. She also told everyone there that my FI wants me to lose weight...my boss pulled me aside and questioned this. There is not a chance in hell my FI would ever tell me to lose weight and could not believe that she would even say this. I am extremely uncomfortable about anything with weight and previously struggled with an eating disorder for 8 years. Until this point I had kept it a secret from everyone but then just exploded and yelled it out. Dead silence. Great...
Not for long was the stillness in the air because before you know it, there is broken glass on the floor and my MOH is falling over trying to pick up the pieces. Another friend and I cleaned everything up as my MOH continues to yell. We took all the rugs that had tiney pieces of glass to the garage when the other girls were said they were so sorry for me and that no one thinks badly of my fi or I. They were then ready to leave with the rest of the guests.
At this point I (the sober one) cried. All of my secrets or things that I prefer to keep private are out there for all my co-workers to see. I do love them and they were super supportive by asking if I needed help with anything and helped me clean up. They felt so bad that they were checking up on me afterwards and could not believe how the night ended.
They didn't get to witness the last part when she called her husband screaming about where her child was...she had put him in bed earlier that night but had no memory of it. I understand that everyone has their crazy drunken moments but I was not expecting this for my "bachelorette party".
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