Mimi's Your New Mummy

After a nice weekend away in Washington D.C. I spent the morning crying my eyes out. I was feeling overwhelmed by the wedding planning and how Zach's parents keep treating me. Last week, I found out that the printer we are using for the invitations, which I am paying for, sent all the envelopes to Mimi. She is having the addresses of her guests and Kimberly and Zach's guests printed on the envelopes. Even though I am paying for all 185 of the envelopes she is having printed, she did not have the common decency to offer to print my mere 25 envelopes. I thought that was really low. When I asked Kimberly about it, she told me that I had said at the printer that I didn't want my envelopes printed. I told her that, indeed, I had said that because I did not want to incur even more costs. Mimi certainly never offered to print my envelopes at that time. Needless to say, I again found myself going through the roof about how horrible Zach's mom is treating me. I shot off an e-mail to her on Friday telling her I thought it wasn't very nice of her to not even offer to have my envelopes printed as well and definitely not cool to not even offer to chip in on the invitations. She sent me an e-mail back saying she would send me my envelopes. There should be 40 there, but I am not expecting to get that many. It will be interesting to see what she sends. Meanwhile, I am going to contact the printer to let him know that all the invitations need to be sent to my house. Kimberly wanted the invitations to go to Mimi's house!! I really did think that Kimberly was my daughter who would stand up for me and her own family if she saw we were being treated badly. On the phone, Kimberly agreed that I would never do the crappy things that Mimi has done to me. She did say she spoke with Mimi about the vases and Mimi blamed it all on Kimberly misunderstanding her (yeah, right). She apparently apologized to Kimberly, but I'm still waiting for MY apology. I realize that I need to have it out with Mimi before I allow her into my house. I have never been good at standing up to bullies, but I know that it is my only choice if I am to live with myself. I am going to play hardball at this point because that is all my daughter's new "mummy" will understand. I don't know if anyone has had the balls to stand up this chick in her life, because she's really scary. Should be interesting...