You Are Cordially Uninvited

I'm posting this over here just in case my father happens upon my blog.

My sister is coming home for a visit next week. She lives in California (in a commune, as you do) and will be home for 10 days.

My father emailed me last week to invite me to their house on Thursday, for drinks and snacks (but, it was made clear, NO MEAL, I'd have to provide my own food for the children.) I said sure, we'd be there, because, even though I really don't like my dad and I loathe and despise his wife (fondly known as the psychobitch from hell), my sister would be there and we always try to do these dad things together - solidarity in numbers and all that shit.

Tuesday, I got an email from the Stepmonster PBFH, informing me that she didn't know why my father had invited me, since this party was only for HER side of the family and that they didn't feel I needed to go since they were going to be at my house in another week and a half for the Bug's birthday. I didn't bother to respond to that since the etiquette for responding to an uninvitation is not something I'm familiar with and I thought it best to just leave it alone.

Today I got another email from my dad, confirming the time for next week. And again, stressing that THERE WOULD BE NO MEAL - that I was responsible for feeding my own kids. Whatever. Sorry, but if you're going to have a party that STARTS at 5 p.m., I think it's a bit, oh, I don't know, cheap to not serve something resembling a meal. Fuck's sake, ask people to bring things if you don't want to cook a full feast. I'd have been fine with that.

But I digress. I replied to my father that since Stepmonster PBFH had already uninvited us that we wouldn't be attending his little soiree.

And he wonders why I don't enjoy spending time with him.