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Now today's first story comes from too many nightmares who says,

I the asshole for not wanting my husband and I to attend his brother's wedding.

I'm newly pregnant with our first child.

My husband's brother just recently proposed to his girlfriend of four months,

and they plan on getting married when I'm 38 weeks pregnant.

They live about seven hours away from us.

I don't really like his fiance due to some very off the wall and inappropriate comments

she made during my mother-in-law's funeral.

But everyone else seems to like her, so I'm doing my best to get along with her.

When she asked me to be a part of a bridal party, I thought, cool, this is a chance for me

to get to really know her and maybe be friends outside the first time I met her, which was

at the funeral.

She hadn't set the date yet, but I told her I was pregnant and when I was due, and that while

I don't want her to schedule their wedding around me, my husband and I wouldn't be able

to attend if I was closer to my due date.

They set the date and she asked me about dresses for me and when I told her that while we are very happy for her, we won't be able to come.

She asked why and I repeated that I told her before, she set the date and I couldn't travel

far that late in pregnancy.

She had a meltdown.

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